Here is my effort to this challenge :). Please remember that I don't have a word processor on my computer so I may have missed some errors. * * * * * * * * * * The Letter Dear Mum, Life's so hard here in North Queensland. Even after two years since Dan's Death. DJ... Sorry, ...Danny (as he now prefers to be called since last week), still hasn't talked since that day. I don't know what to do it. Today's been like any other day. Danny shuffled into the kitchen, ate breakfast, kissed me and went to school. He's learning, but still won't talk or participate. The school keeps calling me, complaining about it and all I can say to them is; if his grades aren't suffering, then don't stress. Danny'll be home soon, so I'll finish this tonight. OMG!! Danny's spoken. I am so happy. His first words were "I'm keepin' it! It's mine!", and after a while I got him to tell me the whole story... Danny was coming home from school. As usual, he took the long way home via the main street, turning down a side dirt road that goes under the wooden railway bridge [I had to smile at his forlorn look when he added that there was no coal train passing over] that becomes the dirt road that acts as our street to five houses. But when he started to pass the local swimming creek, Danny said he heard a noise. So he went to have a look. He saw this mean looking old man dupming a moving sack into the creek, so he hid when the old man stood and stayed hid until the old man had gone back to the main road. After the old man was gone, Danny said he ran over to the creek. He heard a noise coming from the sack, so he ran down the side of it to catch up to the sack, laid on the ground and reached for it and grabbed it without falling in, he said proudly. I just beamed at him. After he got the bag out of the water, Danny said he opened the sack and found this. And he thrusted this dripping wet Blue Heeler puppy at me, then snatched it back, almost stranging it in his arms and cried "I'm keepin it! It's mine!" What could I say? I just hugged him and said "Of course Dear." We stayed like that, for how long? I don't know. I can't call you till next week. Call me when you can. Love Your Daughter-in-Law, Sarah