I am supposed to be helping my mama to pull weeds. I am instead dreaming of Jasmine flowers. Wilbur it was so kind of you to think of wanting to send me jasmine flowers. Could it possibly be that you were dreaming just a tiny bit about me? I miss you Wilbur and am looking so forward to next Summer's camp.
Little bugs are flying all over me. If you were here Wilbur I know you would swat them away from me.
Hugs from me,