Dear Mister Frodo,

Thank you. I'm been trying to learn that word really hard since my friend, Mackeyl Proud-Foot, very odd fellow he is, always says it, sinse he's always doin' it.

I see how you are all related now. All by the Took side. I say you're all done for, if you get together agan when you're older. I supose that you've got in trouble alot

already? I wouldn't really know what you mean. No ones ever looked at me strange, except that dirty, grinner Ted. He's always lookin' at me as if I was and idiot, and it's  just to get atention, too.

As for swimming, I think you'll do just fine, Mister Frodo. If not more than fine.

Rosie was there, and I did talk to her! It was so hard, but after a bit of just sitting there with her and the boys, (we were in their big tree in the south field), I got kinda' thinken' about Mister Bilbo's story's and how, even thogh he got a scared a bit he kept going, so I started to recite one of his songs! Pretty soon I got intoo one of my own songs. But then of all things the worst hapened, I started on a very secret song I wrote about Rosie! They didn't know it, but when I relized it, I stoped right there, and They all lauffed at my siting there in the tree, just chanteeng away, then just stoping.

No one knew that the song was about her, except her.

Oh, dear.

 It gettin' late, I had better get going! Have a good swimming trip!

Your Samwise.