A Sheep's Ransom

Ok, I'm blogging in secret.

I came home from walking Pippin and found Mauve and Henry in the basement, wearing black turtlenecks and acting suspicious. I told them to get to bed and proceeded to clean up the mess they had made. Somewhere, heaven only knows how, they've found an old Underwood typewriter. I was picking up the mess of balled up papers when I found this:

I hope you can read it ok. I'm working under the cover of darkness here, people. I think Mauve and Henry have been reading too much about Patty Hearst. I saw Mauve trying on berets in front of the mirror.

I don't know if GSG should be worried or not. I mean, really, demanding equality for acrylic? I'd say that somebody has had a few too many "wobbly pops". And look at that spelling. Really. That's atrocious.

Don't worry, GSG. I'll make sure that Peter is safe.