What Maurice Wrote, Page 3

 

Dear Book,
           Even a Howler can be lost.
          How can that be? A Howler’s nose is better than any hound’s. You could say the same for my ears, and my eyes? Heck.
          Now that I’m back in Joe’s downtown Bransom apartment, I feel like I might be losing myself. I know that sounds silly. How can I lose myself? I’m right here. Right? All I have to do is pat myself down, and there I am.
          I’m not really cut out to be a house boy. Sure, I can do the job. But my theory is that when I am not touching the earth I begin to die. I don’t know how humans do it. Some people say that Howlers are myths. Maybe that has something to do with it?
          Even a myth has feelings!
 
          Now that me and Sneaky and Joe are back here I wonder why I didn’t stay in the woods at the end of that long trip. If you think about it, dear book, it was kind of a sudden return to where we came from. We could have slept by that fire on the ground.
 
        If I had stayed in Ralph’s world I would miss Sneaky an awful lot!
          Joe’s cool, but I could live without him. I know he’d be fine.
 
          I think I’m going to  have to split. I won’t tell anybody. Well, maybe I’ll see if Sneaky wants to come along. That’s telling someone isn’t it?
          I’m taking this book and Joe’s pen with me!

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