While I have admittedly written any number of inappropriate and provocative messages in my short lifetime, what follows is certainly the
oddest: has anyone spotted a snow bear about the village? By 'snow bear' I do, of course, mean an approximation of a mammal made of snow, rather than an
actual predator
, but for Merlin's and my own sake, don't tell Violet that.
Roger, Violet, and I built one, and then we charmed it to move for her, and while he was quite content to amble about outside 19 Main Street this morning, he wasn't here when we returned this afternoon. Violet's left him a dish of Duke's food out, but it hasn't done much good, and to say she's upset would be an understatement.
Warded to Caleb WarringtonI owe you an apology. I wasn't in the best of moods yesterday, I'm afraid, though that isn't much of an excuse. Are you free for dinner late next week?
Warded to Millicent BulstrodeCan we leave Violet with you from Friday morning until midday Saturday?