Happy Birthday, Kendall love, though i don't know why I should wish one to you. you did after all go gallivanting across the world leaving me and our children behind. You were rolling around in the grass with Mary Ewe, tumbling in the hay with Clarabelle Cow, and wresling in the mud with that fat sow Petunia. I am so angry at you for hurting me, Kendall. However I do still love you. If you would come back to me and our lovely children i will forgive you.