March 18th, Evening. A package with blood pops and a small container of Monty's PythonsUncle Tristan,
I told maman that I am conversing with my vampire uncle and she did not seem suprised. Both my parents are very kind and thoughtful with other beings and argue that humans are also beings and should not be in a diffrent category. I am not sure I agree because there doesnt seem to be a balence, but who am I to say otherwise??? Maman says I think too much about these things sometimes. It suprises me because usually she wants me to think more.
At the bake sale the older students made a joke about nuts. It was not fun. How dare they try to ruin pastrys for me? I am still disgruntuled.
Alistair sends his love and wants to trace the family tree. His French is much better then mine. I can not say if he does or does not lick lamposts. If he does I am not in a position to judge.
What are your dreams for your future? Alistair told me not to ask that question but I think it is an importent question to ask yourself even if you do not want to tell me.
Love, love, love,
Isla (the one who does not lick lampposts)