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      You say you are absolutely dis-something (is it custard?) because of the Snarl-Wolfingtons being so posh and rich and us only poorish now.

      Also you say you are fed up about them always boasting about their son Spoiler. He is getting faymuss by being Pack Leader of his own fearsum wolfpack and him only 3 times my age and bigness.

      Y is he always getting his pic in Wolf Weekly for facing something I cannot read? Is it clanger or dancer? No wait, it might be DANGER he keeps facing, oh I get it.

      You say what about me? “Have you done anything for us to have a good boast about?” Answer YES, I am giving Uncle Bigbad’s big old house a fine sortout! Plus I am being a good cub-sitter for Smells and letting him eat all my snowy weather snacks.

      More tomorrowly,

      Busyboy

      Dear Mum and Dad,

      Before, I was feeling a bit downinthedumper so I thought, blow it, best thing if you are onyourownly is think of a new fun thing to do.

      So phew, yesterday I got all Uncle Bigbad’s bits and pieces together that he had in this big old manshun mantyion house before he died of the jumping beanbangs! (All the beds out the dorm, the desks, the blackboards ect.) I put them all in 1 lot of rooms upstairs. Then I did a posh notice on the door saying,

      L Wolf’s Interesting Museum.

      Today I am making a place for all the adventure stuff that me and Yeller had when we turned Cunning College into Adventure Academy. (I had 1 quick go on the zipwire, just 4 luck.)

      Next I will make a place in the cellar for all our Haunted Hall bits we had when we were teaching small brutes haunty tricks, wooooo.

      Then after, I will make 1 more place for all our Forest Detective Agency fingerprint kits, magnifying glasses, ect.

      Guess what I will be then? A museum keeper! Loads of brute beasts will love to have a rummage in Uncle Bigbad’s old house, plus have a laugh with his small naughty nephew, I bet!

      Yours rushaboutly,

      Little

      Dear Mum and Dad,

      You say museums are rubbish, also pack in that sissy tidying, it is no good for boasting about. But I am not tidying, I told you, I am having a sortout.

      You say it is still all my fault that Mr and Mrs Snarl-Wolfington keep swanking about their son Spoiler. And now he has a Mobilair all of his ownly. You say Y cannot I be all mature like him? I ’spect you are jealous, just because of him buying it out of his own pocket money that his Gran gave him for being a credit to his long family name. Not fair, blaming me if he keeps driving splashingly through puddles near you saying, “Good wun, yah?”

      Anyhow, I have not got a pocket to put Granny money in. Plus, you know I have not even got a Granny, not since she got her temper up and ate herself.

      Yours chindownly,

      Little

      PS What is RHYWP?

      Dear Mum and Dad,

      Thank you for your crool news about some lucky wolves having oldest cubs to be proud of. True I have not got a Mobilair or a pack of my own. BUT (big but) I am giving in to Smells, plus I am better at reading and joined-up writing than their oldest cub, I bet.

      Also, you say that RHYWP stands for REALLY HARSH YOUNG WOLF PACK and that Spoiler is getting ready to drive his Mobilair to Frettnin Forest and camp!

      What a big cheek he has got! Frettnin Forest has got enuff proud wolves, called me and Smells. So if he comes parking himself, I will have a good spy of his harsh habits, then I will see him off, no messing. I will say (rumbly voice), “Hoy you, buzz off out of our forest, OK yah?” Then he will think, “Oh no, sorry, we are trespassing on Little Wolf’s land, he sounds posh and tuff, Cheero.”

      Yours shockingly,

      L Wolf (Gold Badness Badge)

      Dear Mum and Dad,

      You know I put up that notice on my front door saying Interesting Museum ect the other day? Well, guess what? Today I had a visitor. She was a little old lady in a bonnet and she had gingery whiskers plus a peppery smell. Also she was interested in seeing if there was a big safe with gold in it from the days when Uncle Bigbad had Cunning College. Then she looked into my eyes and I felt a bit swimmy in the head, then off she went swiftly so I did not see her any more, boo shame.