Dear Whomever is reading this,
I am positive you don't know who I am, for I live in a much earlier time period than you do, so I will be quite straight forward when explaining the situation at hand. It has come to my attention that throughout this stressful war between the Noah and damned Exorcist, my poor, precious little lambs have tuckered themselves out and are in need of a much-needed vacation. This is where you, whoever you might be, come in.
By my order, it will now be your responsability to take care of my precious children for however long I am away. And no, I don't know when I will be back.
A few things you should know about my children:
They are most certainly not capable of taking care of themselves. In fact, though it saddens me to say this, they can be quite help-less. Do not let them out of your care.
They have not learned very many manners, so try not to get too extravagant with dinners. It will all be in vain.
Oh, and they tend to get a tad bit wild and fiesty from time to time depending on their moods, what they eat, and if they get enough play time. But that shouldn't be a problem for you; they will naturally follow any order you give as if were a gift from God himself. So enjoy your new-found power while it lasts, because I will eventully have to come and get them at some point, but certainly not any time soon.
Have fun!
M.E. ~3
P.S.- I won't be sending all of my lambs to you, but you will be reciving the majority.
P.S.S- UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES ARE THEY ALLOWED TO BE NEAR ANYTHING THAT MIGHT HAVE TO DO WITH THE HOLY FATHER OR HIS SOLDIERS.
You have been warned...