Thank you for coming to Wickersham and bringing the sun. We are still enjoying it! Arrietty's fuzzy belly hairs have almost fallen out.
Thank you for bringing carrots! FarmWife is rationing the remaining delectables to prevent excessive fatness. "We do not grow fat," I tell her. "We grow more voluptuous."
Thank you for saying I am beautiful! FarmWife knows, and I know, and I know FarmWife knows, but it's always nice to have it confirmed by a third party.
Your Grandmule, Fenway Bartholomule
|To your departure, I say "phlllllbttttttttttttt!"|