apology

Ella told a lie. So, I sent her to her room. When she emerged, she handed me a torn out piece of notebook paper with a note written in her jaunty script:

I know it is not good to lie because it can make you sab. I am going to tell the trooth so that you are not sad and I will be not be sad. I am vary vary vary vary vary sory. I even sed a prar to help me pul throu.