A Caution to She Who Tracks

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: Dear She,etc.

: It dismayed me to learn that you had shared your true identity with the English Trader while the two of you were cunningly plotting and cleverly conniving at your Cooperisms last week.  Take care in the future how you lace your tea with rum - loose lips sink ships, and all that.  Howsever, it appears The English Trader knows how to hold her tongue and has thrown some cunning and clever decoys on the trail to confuse the over-curious.

: Now we need to discuss your latest bout of flailing around in those gawdawful clothes.  Get real, girl!  So Hawkeye moved to New York and became a computer programmer or something - get over it!  Your. . .er. . . Natty is forever bumpping around out there in the forest trying to get a life.  You been trailin' the wrong buck!  So get back in them leggin's and moccasins and pay attention to the tried and true

: Bent Twigg

: P.S.  Sorry I snapped.  Don't go burnin' your cabin agin, you fool.


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