Letter (Sunday Scrible #225)

My Grandparents own a beach house in Washington State. Its right on the beach and is surrounded by forest. In one of the forests next to the house my grandfather, a wonderful very imaginative man, "discovered" an enchanted forest. It was chalk full of fairies, gold, mysterious animals, and a tree with a face on it. I was five when he first showed me the enchanted forest. I've grown up and now realize that he did it all himself . I still love to walk through it though. I'm also very proud to say that I was the inspiration for it. Now it amazes my little brother and sister. A few years after the Enchanted Forest was created my Grandfather bought a little mail box to put outside a playhouse they had made. When I first got to the house that summer I saw my name painted on it. The little flag was up and Papa said that meant there was mail in it. I went to see who it was from. There was a postcard (my Grandfather sells books so he gets a lot of postcards with advertisement of books on the front) from one of the animals in the forest. His name is Ricky Rat (Like Mickey Mouse) and he guards the pot of gold. I can't remember exactly what the letter said but I'm pretty sure he was welcoming me. Every morning I'd wake up and run to see if I got a new letter. There was always one there. Sometimes I'd even get two in a day. I loved it! Sometimes it would be from other animals in the forest but mostly it was Ricky. That went on for years until one year, when my little sister was old enough to understand, started getting them. I didn't and still don't mind. I occasionally get a letter from Ricky but the animals in the forest mostly focus on my sister now. I get sad because she's already starting to realize that Papa's doing it. I encourage her that it really is the animals. Last year there was a new animal in the forest. His name is Wilbur and he's a pig. Ricky Rat does not like him very much and now the letters are from either Wilbur or Ricky.

Source (http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/ # 224)

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