Dear Dad,
I swiped your watch. And appliances. I started my own little life with a runaway colt. We're even making our own bits. As in we have a job of sorts. We're doing suprisingly well, considering the fact that we're school-aged. Better than you, I bet. How have you been doing, anyways? Kidding. I don't care.
This colt I'm living with is named Sprint Jumps, by the way. I think you know his mom. He thinks she's as horrible as you. Which made us perfect. We built a home and got everything furbished. So yeah. You're gonna need some new things in the house.
I don't wanna take up your "precious" time, so I'll make this quick. I will be leaving little letters like this all the time. Hoping you feel bad.
Until then,
Phoenix Fire