Khashy, Khashy, Khashy...

I think that silly Wizard musta dazzled his remaining wits clean out of his head.

Everyone knows that I'm the cutest Snodgrass.

Don't let it go to your head, or we'll have to have a throw down.

Your Loving Sister,

Ester

Written by my hand on the 26th of Leaflost, in the year 1180.