Dear humans,
In my last letter, I mentioned that I almost became "road kill" many times during my venture from Otter Tail Lake to St. Paul and that I needed to find a better means of travel.
So after a one month adjustment from country muskrat to city muskrat, as well as doing a little networking, I stumbled upon a "once-in-a-muskrat-lifetime" opportunity to ease my traveling woes.
I wish I could tell you about it, but I have sworn to secrecy. (Especially since I have yet to hear if the Wadena police have stopped their search for me.) Someday, when the time is right, I will reveal my newly found accomplice and this cool means of getting around.
For now, what I can share with you is a recent photo of myself on my first ski venture. I have never been to Colorado before. The 12,570 foot elevation is kinda scary and a little hard to breathe, but holy muskrats, is this fun!
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'Till next time,
Musky the Muskrat
Telluride, Colo.
