Herbert Moleville - 1. I Don't Like It

Dear Paper Bag,

I ain't sure I likes what the rich folks done to this place. I went to sleep las night proper. Like normal on my usual bench all draped over with newspapers. I dreamed about pancakes again, which is always nice because you can have all you want in your dreams, and you ain't all sticky when you wakes up.

Unless acourse you really love pancakes.

I suppose I weren't over fond of the sky in Michigan to start with, but this new one ain't no great shakes neither. It used ta be gray, and it still is, but it's a darker, green kinda gray. And there ain't no clouds to speak of. Or if there are, they're the flat kind that makes a fella wanna crawl back into that drainpipe he just crawled outta.

I don't like it. The wind smells like dead mouse, and it's always gray. Gray gray gray. No clouds.

I think I'm gonna go back to sleep and see if the rich folks see fit to put things back to the way they was. I just thought you should know. Somebody should know.

Earlier today, I sawr a dog eat a bird.