The One With And A Sturdy Fence.

Dear Lover,

After the other day's debacle.
I've decided we need a plot of land.
A rather large plot of land that is.
Where-The-Buffalo-Roam sort of rather large plot of land.
Where-The-Buffalo-Roam and you can't see your neighbors sort of rather large plot of land.

Because, you see.
I want a lot of kids.
And I want to adopt a lot of animals.
And there's Dorothy Parker to think about.
Her and her banshee wandering ways.

So, I figure.
It'd just be easier.
And less stressful.
To let them all loose.
Let them run and jump and wander and stumble.

Knowing.
They're there.
Somewhere.
Out there.
On our little plot of land.

Love,
Me.