𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐈𝐈𝐈.

today was my one year anniversary at the shelter. as i left the garage, i ran into mom. she sniffed. "you don't stink anymore." it was true - the stench was gone. i gave mom a hug and told her it must be due to what i'd learned from working for mrs goblin. i thanked mom for telling her i needed help. mom looked at me strangely. "what are you going on about? i don't know a mrs goblin." "what?" i ran to the shelter but when i got there, it was boarded up and empty. how could this be? i crawled through a broken window. think layer of dust covered everything, and it looked like no one had been there in years. then i noticed a piece of paper on the table where mrs g used to sit and drink her tea. it was a note addressed to me.

— v.
there's nothing more i can teach you. the rest will come when you put what you've learned into practice. know that you are loved for what, and who you are.

sincerely, 'mrs goblin'
p.s. do the right thing or i'll come back and make you clean out flying monkey cages again.