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Dear Mum and Dad,

Here are Yeller’s last words that he said to me doorslammingly, (in a note, he rolled them up then skwashed them up my keyhole).

Listen Lickle, I Am All Fed Up. I Tried Bein Nice To Smells, Him Bein Only A Titch, But Now He As Gorn 2 Far. He Kept On Pesterin Me To Teach Him More And More Tricks. So In The End, I Thought, I Know, I Will Try To Double-Trick Him. So I Said, “Smells, You Are Such A Good Tricker, So You Must Never, Never, Never Play Mister Tidyupp, Ok?” That Made Him Go All Crafty-Lookin. Then Off He Went Rushin And Did A Tidyupp Of His Room. So I Said “Well Done Me” To Myself. But Then He Went And Pulled A Bunch Of Feathers Out Of Stubbs’ Tail For A Duster. They Were The Wuns Stubbs Was Savin Spesh For Loopin The Loop, So He Gave Me A Harsh Peck! All Your Fault For Havin Smells As A Baby Bruv. I Am Not Stayin Here I Single Short Mo Longer, So Tuff, Bang, Doorslam!

And now Stubbs just hid up the chimney saying, “ARK!” meaning he will never darken my doorknob again.

Yours leftalonely,

L ect. (2 upsett to write all of my name down proply, so there)