(Please read with a Shakespearean British accent) (Enjoy)
Ah
yes, my good subjects.... Once again we return to this day known as
Monday, to myself as thine P-Day. The day in which I communicate with
all of thee in mine own motherland.
Thirty
four and Three Hundred days have come and gone since I last laid eyes
upon my humble abode, and since that time of reckoning have I gained
much experience in the front lines. The natives to this strange land
have become more aggressive. The hill people from the north have begun
sending their minions to attack the top of mine head, and others
continue to lure us into their traps with goodies that are delicious to
the taste. Others seem to have learned my language of deception and
witty remarks, and have even surpassed me in their skill. I have found
challenges.
Only
through interacting with the locals have I learned their language....
They say like mountain...... Yet I see no mountain upon the terrain
surrounding me. They talk of the weather as if it is good. Through their
years of evolution they must have built immunities to the blights that
plague this region, I have suffered much from this sickness known to the
locals as "Humidity". It may in fact end me. I have also recently
discovered that the insects throughout this area must believe that my
blood and perspiration is sweet. They horde to my location at any time
we exit the hut in which we reside.
Winter
approaches and I see the leaves fall, yet the trees are still full of
their green foliage. Where dost these leaves come from. I know not
where, only that the brutal task masters the natives have placed over me
will most likely put me to labor upon the fallen leaves.
This
last rise and fall of the seven day cycle has brought much interaction
with the locals. The colony up north known as Washington had a festival
where the tribes gathered to celebrate something. Local bards from the
region came and played their musical instruments and chanted strange
melodies. Me and my companion used this gathering as an opportunity to
enlighten those who have not yet experienced the joy and knowledge of
that being who created us. We were able to acquire some interest, yet
only slightly more then usual.
Despite
mine afflictions, we press on. My young companion continues to grow in
knowledge. For some reason the natives show more kindness to him, and
are more forgiving of his naivety towards their strange culture. He is a
good lad though still knew to this hard, adventuring life.
I wish all of you back home peace and good tidings. Thankyou for all your support and adoration.
Below I share a depiction of the strange scenery.
Elder Anthony Sleigh Hicks
New Jersey Morristown Mission
