Dear Friends,

There was this puppet. His name is really of no concern but just for this letter let's call him Willow (Speaking of Willow, watch Star Wars Episode one...the pod race scene....Just keep thinking "Willow") Anyway, Willow wasn't always a puppet. Actually he was a little boy for a long time (no long nose or long-anything jokes coming....sorry). For some odd reason unlike his brother....we will call him "P" because he is famous and we don't want to embarass him.....Willow wanted to be a puppet. He constantly searched the earth for a puppet master but to no avail. Finally one night, after praying to the puppet gods, he found what seemed to be the greatest puppet master he had ever layed eyes on. Immediately he let the puppet master string him up. He felt completely dependent on the puppet master (we'll name him James H.)(James had a lilttle assistant named Kurt)(he talked like a girl) Anyway, it's late so I will try to wrap this one up. The point of this story is that after a while Willow wanted a drink of mountain dew. He looked up at the can but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't move his arm. He asked the James the Puppet Master but, all the he did was ridicule Willow and tell him he shouldn't drink mountain dew cause it would make him imperfect (It was probably the Yellow #5). It was then that Willow realized that he had no control over his body anymore. No control over his actions. Even his thoughts. We was completely controlled by the puppet master. No dependency was worth the loss of the ability to choose how to live life....Even if the choices were not good. So currently Willow is mustering up the strength to grab the scissors next to the Mountain Dew can and cut the strings currently bounding him to the control the Evil Puppet Master. I guess Willow's brother was right all along. It's time to become a real live boy.

Love you guys,

Papa D