Reynaert: (typing) Dear Lissi, Surprise! A letter! I'm sure you're having a great time hanging out with mom and dad, but hopefully you'll get this and get a chance to read it.
Reynaert: A bunch of us refugees got here a couple weeks ago. Things are busy, and there are a LOT of Fae here. But the Treehouse is pretty nice, and I like it a lot. More than I thought I would. I've made a bunch of friends, and the humans living here are really nice too.
Reynaert: The human lady who lives here gave me this laptop, and showed me how to use the interwebs (something like that). And right away I made a friend! She mailed me this hat. She's very sweet. And then Wendy (the human lady) asked me if I'd write like a news correspondent thing about living here at the Treehouse.
Reynaert: I told her I didn't really know how to do that, and she said "Well, just write it like it's letters" so I'm writing it as letters to you. I hope you don't mind my putting letters to you on the internet. But I figured if I did, you'd be guaranteed to see them.
Reynaert: So things here are pretty nice. There are a lot of kids and there's always something going on. I spend a lot of my time playing with the kids. They remind me of us, when we were little, playing in the yard. Do you remember, Liss? They're nice kids, and I really enjoy hanging out with them.
Reynaert: Hey, speaking of "the old days", do you remember that dog the neighbors had? That big shepherd dog? You were pretty little, you might not remember him. But he was about big enough for you to ride! I wanted a dog so bad.
Reynaert: Well, now I have a dog! I found him! He was just wandering around outside, and it's been really cold and snowy here, and not good weather to be a dog, alone, outside, so I brought him in.
Reynaert: Wendy said that she hadn't seen any posters for a missing dog around the neighborhood, so I could keep him! But she said I had to take care of him, and see to his food and water and stuff.
Reynaert: Which is no problem! He's a great dog. I think I'm going to train him to be a fierce attack dog like the old neighbor's dog was. And I've already figured out the perfect name for him!
Reynaert: Fury! His name is Fury the Doginator! But he just goes by Fury.
Reynaert: And right now, Fury is telling me he would like to go for a walk. So, I'm going to take him out for a walk and I'll write more later and maybe show you around the Treehouse a little bit. Give mom and dad my love, okay sis? I'll write again soon.Sincerely,
Rey
