Franci an Tarrigo sit down on da deck an pwull owt da cloose dey fownd sho fawr. Da bwack burd wit nevermore on it, da cwystal skull, an da jade mask....Franci skwatches hur hed an fwips hur tayull, I dunno, she meows...wat do dese fings haff in common offur den dey artifaks fwum owld moofees...an wat do any uf dem to do wit da missing hairloom mouse? Franci weaches into hur nitting bag fur hur magnifwying gwass. Ash she pwulls it owt a peese uf paper fwutturs to da deck. Tarrigo piks it up an unfwolds it...He begins to wead wat ritten on it...
Tarrigo, Tarrigo wat yu gots der? franci meows. She takes da paper fwum Tarrigos paw an weads.....Beware, der ish danjur afoot on dis ship. A shmart furrie will leaf fings awone an mind der own beeswax...signed Annonymus
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