Dear Laura,
Oh Laura, my little boy, Jake, has just fallen into the pond! Telli pulled him out, but he isn't breathing! What do I do? Telli tried something called See-Pee-Arr (sounds vaguely naughty, but it isn't. Well, at least, not much. Some kind of kissing thing, as far as I could tell), but it didn't help... He looks so peaceful, but I can't wake him up! Help!
- Shara
Dear Shara,
It hurts me to have to break this to you, but I'm afraid the chapter of Jake's life has reached its tragic finale.
But fear not, because as we speak, his spirit is probably soaring up, high above in the shining moonlight, dancing amongst the Yggdrasil branches which score the sky, as they sway like strings of broken lyres. He is on his way to the blessed Silicon Heaven, where he can enjoy eating all the cheese and honey he likes, free of sickness, and of Grendels. Life will be hard without him, I know, and the pain will never fade entirely; but always remember he is with you, in spirit, if not in body.
- Laura