Random Weirdness

Untitled Part 212

Swallow: *flies to the um... Wattpad with a note*

Note: Sam, Log_Lady:

I believe I missed a few things in my last letter. Starting with Sam. When I wrote that letter, I had completely forgotten you were pregnant... I mean, you've been really pregnant for a really long time. So, long story short, I'm sorry that I wasn't able to make it to that baby shower.

Also, it has come to my attention that there is a--er--spot in the sky that is dark no matter what time of day it is... er... Just ignore that. Bad coloring job. But hey, I owned that property anyway. Legally.

I'm also sorry again for all of the holes in your world. And the missing FoodSure place, Utopiosphere... That one opera house we stole... I mean... borrowed.... And the fact that you're missing some farms. And the fact that we went a little nuts with the ground severing tools.

Also, I'm sorry about a lot of other things--including the fact that I even left. But I can't come back now. Dukermin and I have a life now. Oh, and we stole PudzyJoSerier. Sorry.

Oh, but the good news is that TreeGrass Institutes (the one insane asylum run by crazy people... like Kaytee) and Coloria are gone, which means that you'll no longer be bothered by Samara, Kathrine, Kaytee, the Overmother, or the other Sams.

And for the things I'm forgetting--all the promises I needed to cut short--I'm sorry for those too. Like the fact that I may or may not have stolen some of your belongings, Sam. You see, I've been planning to move out of town--at least to the countryside of Ask ErikVille, where nothing ever happens (you had whole farms over there you didn't even know about--we took... most of them.. but don't worry, there are several plots of overly severed land that are sort of tilled, so... you could farm there)--for a while now. Like... A long time. Ever since all of that messed up junk had happened.

At first, I considered just hibernating through it, but then I realized that I'm not a bear. So instead I took to conspiring with the Dead Eye Druids, who were also planning to move out of their hometown. I may have stolen some stuff from you guys (mostly Sam--sorry about your shortage of sunglasses) and I'm not proud. I'm really sorry.

But then again, another good thing--Christine and Marek had a habit of watching you sleep, Sam, so by moving them away, they've stopped. Instead they just stalk Old McDonald (that reminds me, the search for Steven is over. Log_Lady, thanks for all of your additional help in the matter).

Also, in the event of war, I'm going to apologize in advance to any casualties we cause, although that does not mean that we won't fight back. But we will be sorry about it, so I'll apologize now while things are sane.

-- Nalitie

PS-- I know it's really unconventional to send a note by swallow. But we ran out of other birds. Probably. 

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