This took me a while to get the hang of talking as a person with a stuffy nose would.
Silver woke up one morning and sat up in his bed. In the middle of a yawn, he gagged. "Ow!" He said. "Whad? A sore throad?" Silver tried to inhale through his nose, but couldn't. "And a stuffy dose?"
Silver sighed as he put his hand on his forehead. "And, I'b burding ub wid a fever." He stood up out of his bed and cracked nearly every bone in his body. "And da stiffdess." He examined. "Well, It loogs lige I'b caughd a code."
Silver tried the best he could to walk over to his wall calendar. "Hobefully I don't hab adything bajorly importand today." Silver looked at today's date and found something written there. It said 'Dinner at Blaze's house. 8:00 P.M.'
"Oh ban!" Silver complained. "I forgot! I hab a dade wid Blaze todight." Silver looked at the clock. It was 7:02 A.M.. "Led's see. I hab to be there at eight tonight. That beans I hab about twelve hours and fivdy eighd binutes to get by code cured.
Silver went downstairs to make breakfast that could make him feel better. He turned on the TV just for noise. He quickly made some canned chicken soup and sat down on the couch with it and a glass of orange juice, and started to watch the morning news.
"And now Jay Dallyman with the weather." The female news reporter said. "Jay?"
"It's gonna be beautiful all day!" Jay, the weatherman said. "Especially at around eight o'clock tonight. The moon will shine bright and it wont be too hot, too cold, or to windy. Perfect night to look at the stars, or go for a walk, or have a romantic dinner with that special someone."
Silver stopped slurping his soup briefly.
"Back to you, Jim." Jay closed.
"Yeah." Jim, the male news reporter said. "I'd sure feel sorry for the sucker who has to miss a romantic, moonlit date with his blazing girlfriend because he has a cold or something."
Silver picked up the remote.
"In fact," Jim said. "That guy is probably gonna turn us off right about-"
"Argh!" Silver grunted (and gagged) as he turned off the TV and finished his soup and orange juice. "They don'd hab to rub it in." He got up from the couch and went into the kitchen to rinse out his bowl and glass. On the way back to his sofa, he grabbed a washcloth and soaked it with cool water, and squeezed some of the water out.
He lied down on his sofa and placed the wet and cool washcloth on his forehead to cool down his temperature. "Dow that I hab some healthy sduff in be," He said to himself while pulling a blanket over himself. "I should tage a dap and let by body try to ged better."
Silver fell asleep for a nap.
Dow I'B starding to find byself talking lige dis id real life! How aboud you?