If anyone plans to ask where the inspiration for this comes from: don't. Seriously.
DISCLAIMER: Angie Sage owns all. Inc. my soul. Well, technically Spit Fyre ate that. But anyway…
Dear Diary
This is it! Today is the official opening of the revamped Secret Service Message Agency. No fancy party or what-have-you, because that would make the whole secrecy thing kind of void. Months of work, all coming to a head today. Princess Jenna is going to officially open it, although she wants to use scissors instead of chewing through the ribbon.
The staff seem just as eager as I am, if a little confused. The orphans have trained up well, but still get North and South mixed up. I can see that I will have to take on the more important assignments myself. With any luck, those brackets won't include a certain island in the Marram Marshes…That's all for now. I need to go brush my whiskers ready…
Stanley
A short one, I know. Call it the intro, if you like.