I hope this letter finds you well. (My grandma made me write that.)

Me and Henry and Kimmy were out in the woods looking for more sticks for our great 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.

Benny Moore keeps talking about tanning lace doilies. Who does that anymore? That was AGES ago! Nowadays everyone is selling chinchillas. What do they do for fun where you live? Maybe that'll be the next big thing over here!

Another!