To the Good Person, This Immortal Master does not care for writing, but having accepted Icepaw's bone, and wit…
To the Good Person,
This Immortal Master does not care for writing, but having accepted Icepaw's bone, and with him looking at me so pitifully, I suppose I can be bothered to write a few lines.
Icepaw says... ah, how unbearably mushy. I simply cannot bring myself to write it. Never mind. Anyway, you seem to be a very, very, very good person. Letting Icepaw go home with you was one of my finer decisions. No need to say more than that. He cannot read it anyway. I am off to eat roast meat with the others.
Icepaw insists I add this. He does not call for you because he worries you might be busy. Next time, if you have a moment, just bark at him three times, and he will take you along to meet his friends.
Immortal Master