Me and Benny and Emily were out in the woods looking for more sticks for our radical fort and you'll never guess what we saw! Go ahead, guess! Oh, right. Anyway, we saw a dead body. I poked it with a stick, and it turned over, and we all ran and ran. I guess we ought to call the cops, but I figure they'll find him eventually anyway.

Since my last letter, I've gotten obsessed with building BRICKO sculptures. It's really rewarding! I don't feel lonely at all when I'm doing it.