Dear Peter,
We’re thinking of going on a big adventure. It’s possible you might have heard (don’t worry! we hadn’t either!) of how Dole, the huge banana company, was illegally ILLEGALLY going into a hidden country, and stripping down the virgin rainforest, pulling out the trees, running soot and grime and mud through the streams, and there were elephants there, there were—this wasn’t just an empty country. It was a place once known as Paradise. There’s a place deep in the heart of it, called Adam’s Peak
that I just know, that if we can finally get there, will finally bring the island, and the country, and the whole entire world, and the universe, peace and harmony. That’s really why we’re writing. We’re in the business of trying to get nice things, and we’d really, really, REALLY love it if you would keep us company
You don’t think that’s coming on too strong?
I’d rather be too strong, then lose hold of what we’re searching for, and not try at all.
What are we searching for, Isabelle?
“You got me!”
“I think I’m searching for a hankering for my craving of peanut butter and jelly.”
“You won’t find that at the student store.”
“You mean?”
“Yup! I mean they have the best peanut butter and jelly sandwiches at the grocery store.”
“But look at these bananas. They’re just so gross.”
“I don’t think they’re actually that gross. They’re just kind of…funny. :)”
“Stop tickling me. Hold on—my Mom is calling me.”
“You don’t have to pick up.”
“I do. I know I don’t. I mean—ever since my Dad died, she’s been kind of lonely.”
“Are you sure he’s gone?”
“I don’t…no. That’s why I have to go.”
Austin Diamond 