A/N: Aw, thanks so much for the reviews guys! They made me smile and made me want to post the next letter asap! hendrixthenicecow, the only reason I don't post all the chapters up is because I want people to read and review each chapter :3 and I thought it would be too much to read if I post them all at once. I'll just go at a steady pace and let people follow through the story. If that makes sense. I don't know if it did. Anyway, here is the third letter! Enjoy and don't forget to review! :) See what reviewing does? It gives me motivation and makes me update quicker ;) Oh and sorry, this letter is a little longer than usual.

Dear Ophelia,

It's spring 28th, 2008.

Today was the Animal Festival, and as much as I protested, father dragged me along (like he does with every festival). Not many people hang around the festivals anyway. Everyone seems to appear when the actual activities begin.

Last year there was barely anyone present in Flute Fields — apart from those who owned stalls — and then as soon as Father announces the start of the Animal Race, a flock of residents would suddenly emerge out of nowhere with animals I never even knew they had.

Well, that was before she moved here.

I stood next to Father most of the time, who was as giddy as ever, until Molly came running down the hill with a fairly large cow following after her. She entered the Animal Race and Livestock contest. She avoided the Pet Contest since (again, Father told me) she had no pets. Besides, she wouldn't stand a chance against Dale's number one undefeated champion, Boss (a Pyrenees), who always won the Pet Contest every year. Believe it or not, that dog is smarter than his own son. I often wonder who the real pet in the family is.

As expected, Molly came last in the Livestock contest. It was so obvious she would lose. Her cow barely obeyed her calls. She needed forceful assistance from Cain just to stop it from tearing down Yolanda's food stand and chasing Luna out of Flute Fields. Even worse, she left me embarrassed and glued to a chair for the remainder of the festival.

You're probably thinking why, Mother. In short, there was a large hole at the back of my plaid shorts and I was way too embarrassed to walk around like this. Father wouldn't let me leave the festival either.

Molly's cow — to which Father said her name was Bessie, how unoriginal — decided my shorts would make the perfect lunch. I began to question if Molly forgot to feed her cow, or if she even knows how to.

Now there's an obvious hole in the butt of my favourite pair of shorts from where that stupid cow took a bite. Not that it matters much since I have a hundred pairs of the same design in my wardrobe, it was just plain humiliating. I was lucky enough that the cow didn't bite my whole behind off. I wouldn't be laughing my ass off if that happened.

I even had to cop homosexual jokes from Luke. "I always knew you liked it from behind!" he would tease and I'd have to restrain from smacking him over the head with my chair, not that he had any brain cells left to kill.

After that, my irritation and dislike for Molly began to soar to a peak.

She had turned to me before the Animal Race began expecting some sort of encouragement or cheer, but I simply shot her a glare and turned away. She apologized about a thousand times before, but I brushed it off. I was far too annoyed. The back of my shorts were beginning to make my skin itchy and I didn't want to be caught scratching my behind. I have way too much class to behave like a monkey.

I'm not like Father who publicly does it every minute he can. He has no shame at all. He did it again tonight while he was cooking dinner and didn't even bother to wash his hands after. I swear I lost my appetite and ended up ordering something small from the Ocarina Inn. Oh, Mother. What am I supposed to do with this man?

Luke, Maya, Kathy, Phoebe and Molly were the contestants for the Animal Race, and unsurprisingly, Molly came last. In fact, she was so far behind that we had to wait an extra ten minutes after the race was finished just for her to finally pass the finish line.

I know it's wrong of me, Mother, but I couldn't help but gloat. She seemed so upset, her lips were even quivering as if she was about to burst into tears. I told you she was a wimp. Father even gave her one of his awkward hugs that he used to give me after coming home from a long night at the Brass Bar. He hoped it would comfort her but her expression only turned sour.

After the festival, she approached me with her eyes pleading for consolation, but I just walked away. I could hear her laughing and shouting out something about seeing my "Sprite Ranger boxers". I had almost forgot I was wearing those dreaded boxers and my face suddenly turned as red as my favourite vegetable — or is it considered a fruit?

Do you remember those boxers, Mother? I'm sure you do! After all, Father bought me them for my seventeenth birthday and humiliated me in front of all my friends (which wasn't many anyway). How old did he think I was? Nine?

I didn't mean to wear them today but I had no choice. He turned all my white underpants pink and whenever I wore them, it would irritate my skin so I had to opt for the only pair I had left: those awful Sprite Ranger boxers. Something only a nine year old or younger (or even Luke) would be seen sporting in. I didn't think anyone would find out, but I guess I was wrong. It was just my luck. I should have burned them the day Father gave them to me.

Stupid cow, stupid Molly, stupid Father. Mother, I wish you were here right now.

I don't know how someone like Molly could possibly be the last hope for this island.

You can probably tell I have had an awful day. I think I'll stay home for the next few days and indulge myself in some books, tomato juice and maybe a few occasional naps here and there (just some advice I got from Toby).

Sometimes I envy you. It must be nice to be where you are. So peaceful.

Sweet dreams, my dear Ophelia.

Until next time,

Gill.

A/N: You know how Gill mentioned at the start of the letter that no one stays at the festivals and then suddenly they appear when the activities begin? Is it just me or does anyone else find that extremely annoying in Animal Parade? I wish the festivals would be more populated and lively. I dislike how there's barely anyone there! :(

Also, I have a question. Do you guys prefer the letters to be longer or shorter?