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.

6. Chapter 6

Dear Nordic Wild,

Really? You eat snow rabbits? What do they taste like? :0

Ohh...I've seen Uncle Finland playing some sport on ice...is it hockey?

Love, Oslo :3

Dear Oslo,

Like meat. But not just any kind of meat. A sweet, salty, delicious meat! I eat them raw, so if you look at the dining table you'll find a few blotches of dry blood somewhere on the corner. That's because I can't eat with forks and knives, I usually just dig in with my teeth. Denmark says it makes me look like a murderer. I guess I can be called that, just with animals.

But it's because I have to! I really don't want to!

Alright, that's a terrible lie.

I don't really know about sports, I'm still learning more on how to be human. Countries have different teams to play different sports, so what you probably asked for was hockey. Countries in wintery weather conditions tend to be competitive in winter sports, and I heard Finland was especially competitive with hockey.

With love and rabbit feet, Nordic Wild/Katja

(A/N): Too much SATW.