Good morning brave Topsy. I am so sorry for not being on here for over two weeks little girl, but those swamp things went on and on and on with their screaming, shouting, screeching, squawking, wailing, banging, hammering, drilling, and kicking their rotten odd football against the big old fence, that it finally got to my poor Mum. That mini swamp thing was just as bad, over 14 hours it was out there in the smelly old swamp one day, and I do not think that it shut its great big mutated gob for more than twenty minutes. I called a doctor for my poor Mum, but that did not help, and on Friday of last week, I had to call an ambulance. While my poor Mum was at the hospital with the ogress, the swamp things were making as much noise as they possibly could, even I could hear them right back here, and they were in their rotten odd stinking house. If nothing is done about them this time, I will have to do something, but as long as my poor Mum gets some peace and quiet, it will be worth it. Almost five months of horrible noise and parties, even the other evening that old trollop that thinks it can sing was out there wailing and moaning, it sounds absolutely terrible, and when they get drunk, it is even worse. I was awake early this morning little girl, and managed to feed Percy, Jenny, and George… I have been feeding them every couple of days, and I have to go into town tomorrow to get them some food, and a few other things, so I will not be able to come on here to Charlie and you. We do love you Topsy, we love you so much little girl, and we do miss you, we miss you so much you beautiful brave little girl. XXXXX