Dear Editor:

Where am I? How did I get here? Where did my front tooth go? Ain't Maddog worried about me?

Andy in space #91
Regaining consciousness in the drunk tank

Dear Editor:

Wow, it sure is quiet around here with Andy locked up.

Maddog Monson
Space #91

Dear Editor:

I finally got turned loose from the nuthatch, and guess what I came home to -- a torn-up trailer and a skinny Chihuahua. Didn't anyone feed Cricket while I was gone? My little pooch went and decimated everything he could reach, looking for food.

Virginia Beadle
Space #17

Dear Editor:

Are the cops gone yet? Is it safe to come out now?

Carl Bailey in space #1
Still hunkered down hiding in the weeds down by the duckpond

Dear Editor:

Has anyone seen my husband Carl? It ain't like him to be late for dinner, then be gone all night, then not show up for breakfast or lunch, then stand me up for dinner again. I'm starting to get worried.

Ma Feral-Bailey
Space #1

Dear Editor:

You're going to think I'm nuts, but I swear it's true. I seen a ape-man down by the duckpond. It was laying in the weeds, last time I seen it.

Dot the crazy cat lady
Space #8

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