water as I went along or nibble it out of the tree tops like Mr Douglas (Squirrel I mean of course) I seem to be going home
all the Martinez years seem only a dream. But I must be going the farther I go up the mountains the nearer I shall be to you
my dear. I hope you are all getting on well dont miss me much about the farm. Give my love to Mamma Grandma Wanda. Goodbye.