A/N: Shout-outs to Skuyfads and EverVengeful... who were the only reviewers for the first chapter. For lack of anything else to do in my Info Processing Class, I'll post the next set. Review!
DISCLAIMER: Huck Finn belongs to Mark Twain, who can keep the little runt for all I care.
Deer Dyaree,
Well, Pap finnaly got me. Heed ben to cort to try and get my munny aways from Juge Thatchr but things was goin purdy slow and the Juge was purdy stubburn bouts it. Pap had also tryed to ketch me fer not stoppin skool buts I always hid or outrun him cus he is kinder slow and nun too brite. I dont reely hav mucha dezire to go to skool and lern anymores, 'cept to spite him, cus I cee it as a danjur to my helth. Well, one day I wusnt payn no 'tention and Pap caut me. I think summa the lerned folks call it kidnapperin or sumthin like. We went ovre too the woods in Illynoy and stayd in a log hutt. Pap done stay with me all the tyme, so I couldnt 'scape or nuthin. We spend mosta our days smokin n fishin. I been laysee and dirtee and gowing bak to my old ways. I dunt no how I gots to lyke bein sivilised at the widoes howse where I had to wahsh myselfand lern bout old ded Moses. I dont care if I never ever go to skool agan cus I'm gettin too do alla the things I luv to do. Even tho I'm doin' em with Pap, I'm still hapee.
I wish he'd stop drinkin that wiskey, tho.
Deer Dyaree,
Last nite wus the last straw. I done left Pap. He done drunc eenuff for too peepole the nite beefore and started his usuall ramblins about unfare govments and mulatter neegrows. Than aftur suppur Pap drank moor wiskeey and I slept sum. I wus startld wake by Pap screemin. He wus dancin around everywheres yellin bout snakes, that they was crawlin on him and bitting him. There werent no snakes a course, Pap wus just hallucernatin' cus a too much wiskey. Hes also dethly fritened by snakes wich I think is a sillee thing to be afeared of. Well, he saws me and came fer me callin me the Angle of Deth and sayin he wood kill me and cussin a hole bunch. He chased me 'round the hutt an coulda dern neer killed me butt he got all tired and past owt. I took down the gun and propt it up so that it wus pointin at Pap waitin fer him to stir. He didnt, but if'n he did then he woulda ben rite about me in sayin that I wus the Angle of Deth.
Today wen Pap wus in town sellin logs, I 'scaped. I shot and kilt a pig. Then I used an ax tohak and beet the door of our hutt in so it looked like sumwun had done robbered the plase. Then I cutt the pigs neck and used his blud to bluddy the ax and pulled out summa my hares to put on the ax so it lookt lyke the robber dun kilt me. I mayd lots a other tuches to the seen, stuff that Tom Soyer wooda 'preciated. I did a purdy good job of it if'n I say so myself. Then I hoppered in the canew that I founded erlier and rowed to Jacksun's Eyeland to hyde out and lye low fer a bitt.
I wunder how Pap'll reackt when he finds out I've gone missin' ded...
