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My Desk

Dear Mum and Dad,

Please please PLEEEEEZ take Smells back to Murkshire to stay with you at the Lair. Go on, just for a short while, like ten years maybe, hint hint. You know he is your darling baby pet. Plus you are a lot fiercer than me, so you can stop him messing up your stuff.

Yeller wants me do Trick Practiss with him. Tricks is 1 of my best things, I love them, kiss kiss. BUT (big but) Smells keeps messing us about. Like if you are trying to have a private conservash condensayshun chat about fake bat poo or itchy powder, Smells keeps butting in hummingly.

Also, he pulls down his sailor suit bottoms saying, “Look at my pants, they got Stooffer the Steam Engine on them, nar nar!” Just because he is jealous of my pants saying Wiggly World, I bet.

So cubbish.

I wish wish you would take him back, because now he has got a habit of going in a loud way till you play Doctor Monster with him. He makes you be ill in bed so he can do harsh operations on you that really hurt.

You have him for a bit, go on, he is your cub. I am only his big bruv, so not fair, eh?

Yours snugglupply,

L Wolf, son Numero Un (french)