After a long and dangerous trek through the Lost Forest of Mirages we have finally returned to civilization. I deeply regret that neither Wally nor I have any idea of what became of Chuck Steak. The last time we saw Chuck he was running back and forth through the underbrush ~ muttering something about, "No! Really! I have it under control . . ."
Despite the unfortunate and hideous deaths of Walleye and his brother Beareye Wally and I continued our exploration of this strange and fertile land. Neither of us have the words to describe the many different BIG creatures that we discovered.
Fortunately we were well armed and had sufficient ammunition to defend ourselves with. In fact the Big Game Hunting was so 'enjoyable' that I believe neither of us will ever reveal the details of the location of this fabulous area. (We might however be able to be, um, persuaded to lead other Hunters to the area for suitable inducement.)
Despite our long search, once we returned to where we had last seen him, we were unable to find Chuck Steak. However we _did_ find an abandoned cache of photographic equipment. The first of these plates have just been processed.
Now we have proof of the tales we have been telling in The Mug Alehouse! I am enclosing one of the prints for your consideration.
Your Friend
~ Tomas
~ Tomas
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