Shipwrecked

June 4th
Dear mama,
I'm writing this note for you whenever you get home. I hope you come back soon.

Sissy and I are getting hungry, and we're ~~relly~~ really worried about you. It's way past~~s~~ dinner, mama, and past our bedtime. Raspberry Lemon is already asleep, though. She's keeping the bed warm for you, mama, whenever you finally come home. I'm in the kitchen right now, watching the door, waiting for you. We love you, mama. We miss you too. I really hope you're okay.

Mama, I'm so scared now. I heard something outside, a really loud thump. I heard it again. It's the post-mare, but she doesn't look too good. She's knocking at the door with her head. I think she's sick mama. Do sick people usually have mushrooms growing out of their skin? I hope not. I want to let her in and help her, but I don't want to get sick. I see more ponies outside that look sick like the post-mare. They're all tripping over themselves. Mama, please come home, I'm scared.

I don't think it's safe to be home anymore. I'm gonna go wake up sissy, leave out the back door, and then take me and her to sea cave at North Beach. I'll leave the note here on the table for you, okay?

Stay safe mama. I love you, and so does Raspberry Lemon. Come look for us whenever it's safe to. Brings us food, please.

Love,
Mango Lime

P.S.: You'll come and save us right, mama?