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. It's
warmer now, and the sun is out and the sky is clear blue,
and I can see lots of bird droppings on the roof from last
year now that the snow is gone, and I might be sitting on
some but I can't help it. Someone should clean this roof up,
but then no one is supposed to be up here and I wouldn't be
either except that Magistrate Jarvis said I was safer here
than in jail, and he's gone to try to calm down the mob
before I show up in town again.
So here I am, writing away on the roof and reading
over some letters that Ark left in the satchel with the facts
machine, and those letters are very interesting, though I
can't imagine why Ark put them in here since I doubt very
much he meant to send them to you. I think Widow Muffin
wrote these letters to Ark, and she says a lot of things that
make me think that maybe they aren't telling me the whole
truth whenever Ark asks me to go into town to buy
groceries when Widow Muffin comes over, and when I get
back they tell me they were just talking. I was quite amazed
at some of the things she said, and I don't think I will ever
be able to look at either her or Ark again and not think
about them playing "warming the weasel," which I should
probably explain but am too embarrassed to do, and you
wouldn't believe me anyway.
How I got up here on the roof is an interesting story,
and I will write it down in case it is important. After I left
off last time, Magistrate Jarvis took my satchel away while
I was sending my report through the facts machine inside,
and he took me out of jail, then gave me my satchel back
and said that I could leave now, but I shouldn't try to talk to
Good-wife Filster for a few years
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