I'm not stopping myself now, but, because I'm desperate.
You can probably tell that by how hard I'm thinking these thoughts.
And how hard I'm hoping you're receiving them, wherever you are.
Things are pretty crook here, Doug, and Ican't manage on my own any more.
I need your help.
I undersand if you can't fit me in immediatley because you're busy rescuing a little kid from an iceberg or making a crocodile spit out a toddler. But i'm hoping you're not, Doug.
Because Troy and brent Malley are over there by the war memorial.
And they've spotted me.
I suppose a tree wasn't such a great hiding place when there are only three in the whole park.
