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Arrrroooo! the postman came today with a big parcel saying, “Phew, heavy, hint hint.” So I said to put it down in the hall and filled up his hands with gold.

He said, “Cor thanks, Master L, you are a lot nicer than your Uncle Bigbad. When he was here being Head of Cunning College for Brute Beasts, he used to eat postmen. He was a big horrible miser, he was. They say he had bags and bags of gold buried all over the place, but he never spent one penny, not like you. Good thing he went off bang if you ask me.”

I gave him a small wolfly nip and a grrr for cheek and off he went happy and rich.

All of a suddenly the parcel went crickle crackle rip. Then out jumped a something saying a huge big

and making my heart hop like frogs. And what was it? It was Yeller! I was so pleased to see his funny pointy face and my trick arrow through his head. And so good to hear his voice again, yelling, “HELLO LICKLE, HOW DID YOU LIKE MY TRICK PARCEL?”

Who else would think of a clever trick joke like posting yourself? Plus he brought me a posh present, a book for writing our adventures in. I am calling it My Diary of Daring Deeds, so 1 day all our grandcubs will read it and go, “Oo look, so brave,” ect.

Yours proudly,