Dear Mom,
This will probably be my last letter. I snuck up on some delicious looking walrus. There was a female that wasn't quite full grown that looked delicious. The attack was going pretty well, I was able to attack her face and she wasn't able to fight back very much. Then I made a fatal error, I turned my back to a large full grown male that was nearby. He reached over and quickly gored me in my rear hip. It appears to have been a mortal blow. My leg is no longer useful. I can't swim or walk very far. The walrus pod is laying 50 ft away enjoying a nice sunny afternoon while I lie here immobile, unable to hunt, unable to move very far. I think I can make it over to the mailbox to drop this off.
I look back fondly on all those delicious seals that you taught me to catch and eat. Thanks so much for teaching me to swim across the open ocean. That Caribou you caught out in the open water was so delicious, I can still taste it. This walrus looked like it would be a delicious change of pace, but it was probably a fatal mistake.
Your loving son,
Killer the fluffy white polar bear
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