Today I am writing about Ms. Bella Sinclair. kj told me her husband died and I started crying because she is my friend and I don't want her to be sad. She was willing to bail me out of jail, she told the police I was incompetent to stand trial (that nasty incident with the stuffy church members), then she recommended I make money as a drummer. She also made me promise not to pose in scanty clothing for money or jellybeans, and she basically told me to avoid a modeling career altogether.
Then she told me to be careful of pedifeelia (I still don't know what that is), told me to stop hiding (I didn't listen to that one), and she recommended that I use magic bunny pellet fertilizer on my jelly bean plants.
She is a good friend who tells me what to do when she thinks I need it and I don't get mad at her for butting in because I know she likes me and she sounds like she knows what she is talking about (most of the time.)
Plus she likes animals. She gave kj this print of her drawing of these silly sheep because kj wanted to give it to Mr. Drew for his new bedroom. And she drew this picture of all these wanna-be bunny-animals, which you might imagine made me very happy and then and there I decided to like Bella even more than I did which is a stretch for me sometimes because I am only little after all and I like to get my own way but I like Bella very much anyway and I want her to be happy again.
So today I am not charging for writing this and I am instead sending love to Ms Bella Sinclair and telling her that she is absolutely right: You are never alone. Even I know this and I am glad she is my friend. If she needs any help from me I am going to give it without complaining or kicking my feet.
Yours very truly,
Emily V. V. Rabbit