Fri Apr 13, 2012 3:23 am
Reading was a lot easier than writing. You could sound out words easier reading than writing. He knew his share of easy words, but names, and some of the bigger ones, those were trouble. Self-consciously, he would try to keep to what he knew. Still, this needed to be done, so he'd do his best. He only asked for help with one word.
"Sinabar,
Ketch will see you. Go to the woods. Bring tee. He will find you. The tee is how he will no it is you. I tolled him that you want to be frends. Hurt him and I will butcher you.
Your frend,
Elliot Brown."