September 29, 1852 My Dearest Jack, We tracked the Whatever Bird and Were-Rabbit into the jungles for a day. I carried the Maltese Poodle in her backpack the entire way, save when she had to be let out to do dog business. The way was most rugged. I believe the two animals have chosen difficult... Continue Reading →
September 27, 1852 My Dearest Jack, Success at last! I have finally caught a glimpse, yes, a glimpse, of not one but BOTH the Whatever Bird and the Were-Rabbit. Somewhat embarrassingly, the glimpse came right as they raided our latest cunning trap. I was not too pleased with anyone on the expedition, Bernie especially. It... Continue Reading →
September 25, 1852 My Dearest Jack, I have captured a bird. Unfortunately, it is not the Whatever Bird. In fact, it is an ordinary, garden-variety parrot. Two of them, to be precise, and they have taken up residence in the rafters of my tent. My knowledge of parrot-like nomenclature is not what it should be;... Continue Reading →
September 20, 1852 My Dearest Jack, In the span of three days, I have obtained a shadow and documented many different specimens of flora and fauna of the African Jungles. I have also discovered evidence of one of the strangest animals of these parts. Two nights ago, I was reading in my tent when I... Continue Reading →
Date: September 17, 1852 My Dearest Jack, I hope this letter finds you well. Hopefully the blistering heat of India has not driven you Totally Insane. I am well as I can be, and quite more excited than I ought to be. What must you think of your little sister now, adventuring in the deepest... Continue Reading →
Brigitte Cromey 