“My Dear Master,
The boys that you left me with are very bad to me. Their dog Jim is very old and he will never talk or play with me. One Saturday the boys went hunting. Jim and myself went with them. While going through the woods one of the boys tripped and fell on me. I lost my temper and bit him. He kicked me in the side and we started on. While we were talking I saw a black round thing in a tree. I hit it with my paw. A swarm of black thing came out of it. I started to run and as both of my eyes were swelled shut I fell into a pond. When I got home I was very sore. I wish you would come home right now.
Your good dog, Richard”
-former president Richard Nixon, Age 10
