Dear Mom,
I've been sick... wretchedly sick, horribly sick. Wondrously sick. I've not left my room in a week. The nurse says it will cure itself, however, I think she's with the headmaster. She might BE the headmaster.
He seems bent on trying to change my ways. Always sending (literally) me to places. He even put me in a cage, so that I can learn to work with others. If the others were not so much MORONS then they would be workable.
Take this last time, for example. We were SUPPOSED to go get the elfs out.... Instead of systematically working one way and ensuring that all was checked for security purposes, they scattered. I vehemently tried to work systematically, but the dwarven hagress (old lady who is now a student... still a MORON) picked me up and carried me along. MORON!!!...
I finally get them to listen when they figure out that what they are doing is NOT within their best interest. We then begin to systematically search... my way. BAM!!! within a short time, we find most of the elfs... The MORONS should learn to listen to me. More than once I had to pull thier ***es out of the fire (figuratively).
Anyway, now I am sick. Could you please send some of that nice Shocker Lizard Soup... you know..the stuff that you gave Brother Italin when he got sick... that would be nice... or maybe the recipe... I could get the Rat Cooker to cook some...I think....
Jenjol RibbonStinger
Sickly Son
