I Don't Drool On My Letters

by Katya Davidson-Jones

Nordic Wild is bored at home and in the freezing tundras of Scandinavia, so she's now accepting letters. T because I suffer from paranoia.

1. Chapter 1

Hello.

My name is Nordic Wild, and I'm one of the last great wildernesses of Europe, as Nat Geo Wild likes to say about me. My brothers like to call me Wildie, and it's okay for other people to call me that. People don't usually see me because I'm probably helping the animals in my home or I'm hunting. I'm not very used to human food, you see. My human age is 16, and I have platinum blonde hair and one blue eye and one brown eye. My personality…you'll have to figure it out for yourself. I have a lynx, Raki, and a Swedish sea eagle whose name is Erik.

Well, I hope I get some letters, because it is truly boring to just know only 5 stupid men who run around the house and fight all day. The animals haven't been very talkative either, at home and the pets in the house. It's also always healthy to know more people.

I guess that's it. I'll be waiting.

Nordic Wild