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By Lonesome Lake

Day 1 – night-time

I am a bit lost.

I think I have come to Lonesome Lake just where the River Rover runs up to it. I used Dad’s map as a tablecloth for my picnic lunch. Now it is hard to tell if you have come to a river or a bit of bacon rind.

I have not had word from you to return home, so I must continue on this stupid, long journey, even though I might never find Uncle Bigbad. He never answers Dad’s letters. Maybe Cunning College is closed, and he has moved from Frettnin Forest. Anyway, how will I know I have found him when I do?

I have got the Wanted poster that you gave me, but it is years old. Maybe he has changed. What will he look like now? Too scary, I bet!

Just now the sun fell in the water. I did not like it. Now the moon has come up and I can just see my pen and paper but I wish it was brighter. My tent is stupid. It falls down all the time, so I have curled up in my rucksack. Camping is my worst thing, and maps too. I am frozz, I am hopeless.

Yours tiredoutly,