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Dear Mr. Claus

Mr. C. Cow just finished writing his letter to Santa and I wanted to share it with all of you.

cowletter

I cut off part of the letter when I took a photo because Mr. C. Cow was SO EXCITED that he kept bumping into me while I was taking a picture. The letter reads:

Dear Mr. Claus,

I hope all is well! This year I would like:

*Two pairs of roller skates. (I have four hoofs)

*Two giant candy canes in it’s own special case. (So it doesn’t get dirty)

*Two milk cans.

*Electric Toothbrush

*Bananaphone 

I have been very good this year. Remember how I use to chew on the door mats? I stopped doing it. (Still trying to not lick door knobs.)

Love, 

Mr. C. Cow

I am proud that he changed his mistake of using “going” into “doing”. It goes to show that the writing lessons I have been giving him are working. I am a little “Oh Mr. C!” over the crossing out of one item and asking for two. I guess he’s been extra good so he feels he needs a little extra. He’s not being greedy (I saw him give a goose half a sandwich last Monday. That was nice of him.) I think he just feels that the best things in life are in pairs. Two milk cans. Two peas in a pod. Two individuals traveling in a camper. He has stopped eating door mats but the whole licking doorknobs thing is just weird.

The tiny pictures he drew on his letter are kinda cute and awesome!

I’m off to mail his letter to the Claus. He asked me if I was going to write one to Santa as well. I might have to because I just want him to bring Mr. C. Cow happiness and two pairs of roller skates.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Mr. C. Cow doesn’t have too bad of handwriting for someone who has to write using a hoof. 

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Author:

Big Cheese of Kinkhead Creations. Writer/Designer/All Around Awesome. An "Artist".

3 thoughts on “Dear Mr. Claus

    1. Mr. C. Cow has been sneaking around lately and hiding things under pillows and under the camper seats. I am assuming that it’s presents so I am not looking. If it’s something else I am going to shake my lil otter fists at him. (One time he hid ice cream behind a curtain.)

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