#the way it was delivered by a voltgoat

[bee-ships]

What's this? 💌🐐 A volt goat with a hastily sealed letter wrapped around it's neck has something for you!

Dear Mama,

I ain’t never wrote nothin before but Mr. Weaver is helpin me! Not much anyways. Spellin is hard and Mrs. Barn…Bar…the scary lady back in the bad place neve ever let me near the books. Said somefin abot me needin to do things “useful”? Anyways! Writin is as hard as runnin from 1st ave to 34th street in the rain durin lunch hours! Specially wiff thees claws! I wonder if I could power all of the city if I stood on top of a reeeeeaaally tall buildin and got hit durin a storm!

Oh, right…Sorry! My brain was rattlin in the wrong place! Mr. Wilson told me about this day thing, abouts tellin people you love em? He was goin ons and on about somefin he was gonna do for you and I was thinkin golly! I wanna do that too! I ain’t never heard of somefin like that before and youse the cat’s pajamas, mama!

You made everythin better and it hurts to think much about the other place. The other kids needed me and Im here instead of there…

But I never even imagined I could have a family! And youse helped those kids too. Back when you gave me all that money for one pape! I got lots of foods for the kids! Millie would like you, I thinks. She’s only five. Was? I dunno how long we’s been gone. She reminds me of you a little! Both of ya’s have pretty curly hair! She likes music too! I remember I had to sing for her to sleep some times.

I got off track again didn’ I? What I was meanin’ to say was that you changed everyfin for me and them. Youse made me feel ok here. Its scary and lots of work here but I have you! And Mr. Wilson. And the others too! And mama, youse like the strings we used to wrap up the news! You keep us all close! Here I has a family. Maybe its harder here maybe its not but no matter how hard it is we got each other! Its less scary wiff you! And I know Mr. Wilson feels the same. He smiles when around ya and his face gets all puffy red! Gets all weird and stuff. I think ya make him sick, but a good sick! Ya think a doctor would know bout that sort a thing?

I just wanna tell ya how much I love ya too. I wanna help ya wiff everythin! You knows I’m always here to help! Im the quickest runner in camp and I gots two arms for carryin! I can jump real high too! So take it easy, okay mama? Don’ put it all on you all the times! You need to be nice to you too! We could play in the snow some times if you wanna or maybe you can takes a nap under the big tree in camp and I can do your chores! Youse the bestest mama in the world and I don want anythin happenin to you on my watch! Not even a big mean loud one eyed deer lady can hurt ya when Im here!

—Wyette

The end of the letter is scribbled with poorly drawn hearts. The handwriting is a tad shaky but just legible enough...he seemed to have struggled holding a pencil between his claws. There's even a small hole in the bottom, just the size of something tiny and sharp.

These are happy tears I promise