*written in simple, messy letters*

Senor Majus Vrask.

Please tak our sun Ichabod.

He reads books. To smrt for us. He duss things. bad things.

Our daughter is gon. Eatin by sumthing.

We fear Ichabod did it. Symbuls on ground. He canutt control what he duss.

Please tak our sun.

We give him gold. We send him to look fer you. You tak him. You keep him.

You no him by bad legs.

Please dunt send him back. Please teach him.

Derryl Trosh