Hey Shane. Dale here. I know why Don took that letter man. Bolthole went to the post office across the street at 08:01 as usual and I was gonna use his computer but some kid dropped a Slerpee and I had ta clean it up. Some lucky because he came flyin back in all excited. He never went to Tim's for his large double-double and honey-bran muffin. He had some mail in his hand and he pointed at me and said "My office, now." He told me to sit down and then he read your letter out loud and asked me if it was true. I said, well, yeah, kinda, and before I could say anything about the fact that I would never touch his daughter because everyone knew that the reason he and Mrs. Bolthole only had one kid was on accounta she was so ugly they never had sex again, he says that he thinks I should come at his house for supper and meet his missus. Then he says that because I haven't swiped any stuff, it shows that I am ternin over a new life, and that he wants to learn me the ropes in the family business, on accounta I mite be family some day. I am finally being seen as for my potency. Ain't it funny how things work out sometimes man? That letter really paid off eh. And I don't mind datin Coyote. She's really nice and smart and she can carry a hindquarter as big as any man ever did. Like, I got eyelids eh. Ya know what I'm sayin eh? Anyway, the big shooter went to Tim's for java and bits for the hole staff and he should be back soon so I gotta git. Keep er twixt the ditches eh. Later eh.