I wrote:
Three days later, a reply was in the inbox of my Netscape mail.
She replied:
Right now I am just laying low, what with all the publicity from the
movie
and the search for those pesky kids being taken up again.
I was busy minding my own damn business making stick figures and rock piles out in my woods when they came in, tramping all over the place and messing everything up with their cigarette butts and film equipment. Frankly, it annoyed the hell out of me, and when I couldnt scare them off with my baby noises and tent shaking, I FUCKING KILLED them.
Remember that the next time you see someone littering.
Woodsy Owl and Smokey the Bear can kiss my withered old ass.
love,
