A Letter Sent to the Council

Deer Lairds an Laidy o’ the Cowncil

Plees help. Ar sonn Tig is missn. Hes all ways ben a hanful runnin off on ’venturs an collectin pets alon the rivver banks. Hes gottn hisself caut up in sum dangers fore this for shur, but this tym hes ben missn for sevvral days.

We jus coudnt bar it if anythin happins to ar boy. We beg o’ you. Plees, plees help!

Loylly yurs,
Garrin an Kestel Tannerson



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