Dear Mother,
   Poena is doing well. She is sleeping right now. I am okay. Mr. Darwin is still cranky. Fuegia and I offered to help, and we got the job. Now Darwin is less cranky and even let Poena in. I actually trained her to get and carry notes in her mouth to the others and stuff like that.
   I have seen fourteen seagulls since yesterday. We're still close to shore, so it isn't surpriseing. A fish was caught today and it looked like a small squid, but had a different body structure so we didn't touch it. Once we found it was not poisonous, we did take a look a it.
   Poena's a very gifted piglet. We showed her the all the books we could of Darwins—she took one look at one of them and carried it to Darwin and dropped it at his feet and turned all the pages until she came upon a picture of the exact creature we were looking at. Darwin, Fuegia, and I were stunned looking at her. She was oinking away happily; she knew we were surprised. Darwin picked the book up and stared at the creature. "It's a octupus, alright. How did she know though?!" he said. Uncle was stunned at the news. Poena got a potato from Aliaranel for lunch, so she was happy.
   The things that I have heard is that it is impossible. I was not too friendly to the people who said it.

Yours truly,      
Mary