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My Room

Dear M and D,

You know when I was down the coalyhole sucking soap for getting on your nerves? Well I found a dusty old pic chucked out by Uncle Bigbad, a big 1 with a posh frame.

I thought, I know, give it a bit of a soapy lick, see who is under the dust. Then I found out. It is a fearsum old wolf plus beard, scar ect., all covered in guns and daggers! He has got a funny hat on with a mutton bones badge made out of jewels, all sparkly like his earring. He has got a crool, teasy look on his face, plus he is sitting on a big strong old chest. In his paw he is holding a long twisty stick, looks like coff candy, only made of elephant tusks, maybe.

I gave the notice underneath a good shine up on my fur so you can see some words, they are:

I wonder who that Blackfur was. I bet he was an olden day park-keeper that was all snarl and snappish, yes?

Yours surmisingly,

Detective Inspectickles Wolf (get it?)

PS Clue: no it is me wearing spectickles really.