A Letter To Saethe

Dear Saethe, 

I am having to send this by dragonfly, so I hope you find this tiny letter. Last night, I was at a party in Elfton. Yeah, yeah, at Matthias’s house. I know what you think about him, but I wanted to meet some friends. Man does he make a mean Yellow Root Tea. I mean, that stuff was stout. It’ll get you so small that all your problems will just shrink right with you. Anyway, I had only drunk one teacup of that yellow faerie bile and, oh boy, did I get shrunk. In fact, as I was leaving, I was so shrunk that I couldn’t find my door key. I found it eventually, but I was so shrunk that the little bronze key was as big as a wagon and as heavy as a horse. I couldn’t lift it. I shuffled over to the door, which took me an hour. Then, when I got to the door, again, I was so shrunk that I couldn’t reach the handle, I hopped for the handle until my head pounded and an enormous cockroach tried to eat me. After I made friends with him, taught him to sit and roll over, I went on my merry way and squeezed through the sizable crack under the door. I squinted and leaned at the foggy morning path that seemed to stretch on forever. So, I beckoned my old cockroach friend and, lashing some sharp blades of dewy grass onto a twig, I made a bit and bridle. I hopped on his slicky shell and fitted the bit in his mouth. I reared him up high and then we rode. He kicked up dust that would rival any horse. We scurried along the road until he got tired, so I let him drink from a muddy puddle and then pulled him back to the road. We rode until I blacked out somewhere on my front porch. I woke up the next morning, and my problems turned out to have grown when I shrank. I had sawn my wooden mailbox down so I could get a better view above the eye-level grass (I’ve got to get the scythe out more often), I threw up on my neighbor’s cat, and when I got up, I looked down and saw that I had unshrunk on top of my cockroach friend. He was crushed under my tremendous weight. His exoskeleton was just a brown rubble of shell and, oh my goodness, I can’t bear the loss of a cockroach. I don’t know how I’m going to recover from all this. I got shrunk again so that I could give him a proper burial in the swamp. I need back in the house. I had to brew the batch on my own with a thimble for a kettle and I think I put too much frog sweat in it. Now I’m stuck being small. 

I need your help, 

Laertiil