Dear Tumblebrutus,
AGGH! You wouldn't believe my STINKIN LUCK! sob hysterically On my last day, LAST STINKIN DAY. I ran around screaming bloody murder, pulling out hair and I actually lost my right fifth whisker. I was so LOSIN IT! And does my stupid mother understand? NOOO! Grrest and ARGH! I was ½ crazy dude! 3 DAYS! Ah! SO I AM STUCK IN A SMALLER ROOM FOR A WHOLE WEEK! The luck of my life! You know what…Poooooo on you Mommy! Wow, do ya know how much better I feel? AHH! 6 MORE DAYS! starts bawling and screaming and now is thrashing around. Please hold so I can throw a proper temper tantrum… Whoa, I think I got my mom's attention. Gotta go. AHHH! I'M GONNA DIE!
Etcetera (your dead friend)
Jemima-luvah: Thank you for your advice. I was seriously wonderin bout what to write bout. Oddity is me! Tehe!
Chi: HELLO!