Dear MM. I told Aunty all about you and your strange ways, the way you live on top, when us near normal folks live down on the swamp lands.
There Auntry seemed upset, jumped on her motor bike and raced away, towards the mountains.
OH, what will Aunty do ? ps, Aunty has a mighty right hook, one whack and your heads almost gone.
As Aunty rode away I called to her, be kind, be soft as he does not know what he does, he has a strange sweet odd mind, then other than the roar of the motor bike, all I could hear was laughter.
