One day, people woke up to find that “R” had said good-bye. No one knew why it left, but all keyboads suddenly had a blank between “E” and “T”. It was quite distubing.
It affected the Bitish and the Fench quite a bit, along with the Koeans, although I think the Ussians complained the loudest (not that Bazil was too thilled). Canada didn’t mind, although people began calling Toronto “Toonto”, when they knew full well it should be hyphenated. Huge swaths of the population became cold and hungy as they suddenly had to eat ice all day: beakfast, lunch and suppe (ice pilaf is just not the same.) Potatoes stayed the same, but bakeies began selling nothing but bead.
What made me the saddest was that all my friends became fiends.