My name is Amos. 

These people are rushing around like crazy. Evidently, we are going on a cruise. No one asked me. My mother says I’m like a cat. I’m just covering all the bases. I am perfectly happy in Key Biscayne with my grandparents. My mother said we don’t want to overstay our welcome. You’ve got a crowd, my grandfather said. He loves us, but not all our stuff, especially LEGO’s. I hope I see Mickey Mouse. As long as he doesn’t get too close.

Pesky varmint.

Love,
Amos