Dear Nearly: Part 12 "Runaways"

well, it hasn't been too long, and maybe i was a tad harsh with my last letter, but we're not supposed to be corresponding as it is, so i have no obligation to tact or kindness for that matter. bumping into you today was like calculating probability of weighted dice. you think your clever don't you? Nearly, can i hear you snicker. i'd have to say bringing, Jackson, my parents dog, into our affairs is intolerable. by allowing the other camp dogs to bully him prompting me to urgently put the emugency break on Big Red and leap out in order to help defend my dog, is most uncouth. then as i attempted to scatter the malitious mutts, i noticed that i had also scattered Jackson, who took the opportunity to join the others in running away from me. as i laughingly called Jackson back to me, i thought that i could hear something large, heavy, and unmanned rolling behind me. yep, that's right, Big Red has a bad emurgency break and Nearly, decided to coast down the hill without a driver. i came very close to losing the camp truck, but i ran a ways and hoped in an began opperating the vehicle. but i knew that although i saved the truck from a disenfranchised complexion, you were trying to drive it there...