Volume 2-Page One

It has been many, many days since I last spoke to you, dear readers. I return now in great celebration, and with good news. The tall one who has so rudely monopolized my person's time has left the castle, never to return.

Mind you, I bear no ill will toward her. The giant creature more closely resembled a hooved beast of the plains than a dog. What my person saw in her, I will never know. How could she forsake me for that galloping long-tongued creature? But I am not here to air my grievances. I have forgiven my person in totality. Truth be told, it is more a sign of weakness than magnanimity. What king would I be without my right hand beside me? Who should toss the Binky, if not she? Who should rub my belly, bring my food, make those silly person noises? I shudder to think. A kingdom without her would be empty and meaningless.

The yellow one still drives me to distraction, of course. Only yesterday she boldly snatched a Binky from me as I lay sleeping. If not for her fetching face I should surely banish her from this place! The little yellow one has been trying my patience as well, of late. She continues to bark at the approach of strangers, when she KNOWS full well that my person cannot abide her squeaky sounds of attack. I blame it all on the tall one. Now that she has traveled on, I feel certain things will improve immensely. My person shall worship me and wait on me hand and foot, the yellow one will stop her nonsense, and I shall have "hotdogs" at every meal.

Well, perhaps that is asking a bit much of my subjects. I shall settle for more time spent with the Binky and trips in the great shuddering person wagon on occasion. It is good to be king.

Yours with much relief,
Boo Radley