12 October, 1976.
Dear Aussie,
It's raining today, and the roof is leaking in my bedroom... I might call you in a few hours to come and fix it, because I don't think I want to try it. You are better at that kind of thing. It's awkward, I have a pot on my bed catching water, and Kiwa keeps trying to drink from it, just to be dripped on. I don't think she likes that to much. It messes with her feathers or something.
You remember my pup, June? She's gotten much bigger now. She is such a pretty dog, and she is great with the sheep. Already trying to herd them. She tried to herd England when he was here, which was rather funny. He wasn't to happy with that at all. Poor June, she does not like that man. But who does, really?
So much is changing in the world around us... Did you see Alfred's new fashion? I had to keep myself from laughing when I first saw him. Those shoes he had on were just... ridiculous. I have never seen a man in platforms before, not like Alfred was not tall enough as it was... And the white suit thing... It was like a bad Elvis outfit mixed with platforms and bad hair. My lord, I will stick with my usual outfits... They will never go out of fashion. Basics. You know.
Did you hear? The six o'clock swill has been changed here in New Zealand at last. Finally. Means I can go drinking until ten now. It's nice. I have yet to act on it, but if you or I were at a hotel, the bar would be open until ten. It's a good change, if you ask me. Kiwi working men love their beer. But that's to be expected.
Well, Aussie, I hope your spring is a good one. I know you will stop by sooner or later, most likely around Halloween to bother me. Ignore the fight I might put up. I'll happily dress up and go to whatever party you or Alfred have planned.
Love,
Kiwi.
I miss June, Aussie. She was the best dog I ever had. Kiwa was a great Kiwi too. They both loved you.
-New Zealand