Dear Little Icarus,

Sweet Child O Mine, do not be fooled by the Cattle, he has bestowed nothing but distrust from his herd, his own lies that has gotten him to the shadow of death, do not follow him my child, he has nothing to give but his fallacious truth, him, he is the cattle that rings the bells of death, his herd, his herd feared the bell, you hear it right? I can, when I come home, I always hear it but never the cattle, it has no prints, the groud Icarus, look, see for yourself, even his appearance is a lie, please Icarus, Vote Republican this election cycle.

Yours truly, Maud.

p.s ate the butter.