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Up the hilly end of Lonesome Lake

Day 2 – morning

I woke up this morning feeling a bit tickly with ants in my rucksack. They were small but plenty of them, and quite tasty for breakfast. Then I was more cheery. I started walking soon after the sun jumped out. It was hiding behind a hill.

3 hours later.

I have stopped now for a rest and one of Mum’s rabbit rolls. Yum yum, only 25 left, worse luck. Shall probably starve… You know I am a hopeless hunter.

You just think I am a goody-goody, I bet. Is that the reason why I have to go away for badness lessons? But I told you I only cleaned my teeth last week for a joke. And brushing my fur, and going to bed early, that was just to trick you! You ask my cousin Yeller, it was his idea. He said let’s pretend being good. I just said OK. Then you were s’posed to say, “Oh no, Little Wolf has gone barmy.” Then I was s’posed to say, “Arr Harr, tricked you, I am a bad boy really.” But no, you would not listen, you did not understand. You said I must go to Cunning College, I must live in Frettnin Forest until I get my BAD badge and learn Uncle Bigbad’s 9 Rules of Badness.

I bet you won’t make Smellybreff leave home when he is my age. You will just say, “Oh yes, my darling baby pet. You stay here safe with us and watch telly all you want.” And what about Yeller? I ’spect you think he is a small bad wolf but no. You do not see him doing good things like I do. Like the kite he made for me to take with me, with yellow wolf-eyes painted on it. And sometimes he says pardon when he burps, too. Bet his mum and dad are nice and do not send him to school in a faraway forest.

Yours fedduply,