Dear bubblefriend, I can’t wait for you to visit with table dog again. My mom’s dog was here and messed up some flowers in the new forest garden but Gerry and I fixed it. It was hard to use the shovel with my tiny hands.
I met a new guy, Grant. He is very strong and he challenged me to a rock moving contest. He won and I was emasculated a bit. It was hard to move the rock with my tiny arms.
I am giving the chickens music lessons. Wait until my agent sees that on my resume. Oh, gotta go, SJ wants me to clean up my clothes. My tiny pants and see through shirt need put away.