Dear mom,
Here's the truth! All those other stories are lies! It all started when I was about 14 years old. I absolutely hated Herot! They say hate is a strong emotion so, therefore, I double hated it! All the kids called me ugly and all the adults looked at me with disgust. I was always lonely and alone. The only friend I ever had was you mom and at times you looked at me with that same disgusted look. I know you'll never own up to it but, just know, i caught you.
The happiest day in my life was when I finally convinced you to leave Herot. The swamp was awesome. Everything was cool until one night it started. The stupid rang out loudly. I dealt with it for a few days. It came day, after day, after day.I grew very impatient by the 6th day. Songs about the earth, ocean, sun, and moon all the time is so agravating!
One night I decided to go up that hill and complain. The guard at the gate me a peice of chocolate as a truce. When I bit it, I accidently bit his finger. The taste was undescribable. I absolutely loved it! I had to have more so, I got 2nds, 3rds, 4ths, and 5ths,. before I knew it, I'd eaten 30 people in one night.
I stuckwith my new diet for 12 years. I didn't see any harm in getting me a good meal every night. Life was great!
Until today, some dude was strong enough to fight me. It caught me way off guard. He ripped my left arm off! As I write this mom, I Lie here dying. In this swamp lair armless and alone. Get revenge mom!