Well, just trying something new here. I actually had to write this for school, but I got so into it and loved it soo much that I decided to post it on here. Hope you like it! :)


LETTER #1:


June 26th

Dear Erkel,

Well, it's happened; Father has officially thrown us out of the manner house. I can't say that it's come as a surprise, nor even as a wholly unwelcome one. The last three years that I've spent at H.A.M. (Hudson's Architectural Management) University shall finally be put to good use, and I must say that I relish the ability to design and build my very own house and then to live in it.

To my younger brothers, however, this comes as a very sudden and upsetting occurrence. The two are spoiled, lazy little pigs and are indignant at the fact that their "beloved father would do something like this." Shank went so far as to argue with him, but all Porky did was huff about the house in a sulky fashion for an hour.

What I have not mentioned is that, being the oldest son of someone as wealthy as our father Sir Loin is, I get a good portion of money to start out with, which will be helpful in acquiring material for my house. Also, Father has been very good to me because of my lack of complaint in the whole matter, and is very grateful for my offers to help with the boys, especially my offer that they are welcome to come and stay with me if things with their homes don't work out.

Another good thing about my moving out and getting established on my own, is that I shall, hopefully, become an even more desirable partner for your sister, Louisa Curlytail (I await with much enthusiasm and excitement the day when we shall be joined in the eternal bond of marriage!).

Speaking of dear Louisa, how is she? I hope you shall return a positive answer to this inquiry, and that her perfect self has not been inflicted with this dreadful new virus, the swine flu.

Also, how are your mother and father? And dear Squeaker? I hope Squeaker has been able to stay out of trouble, unlike my brothers.

Well, it is with reluctance that I must lay down my pen and set to packing. Father has given us a deadline of two days time before we must leave and go off into the world and I have lots to do. Pray, right to me soon, dear Erkel, and I await your letter anxiously!

Sincerely, your good friend,

Hector Ribbs.