Written in the same flamboyant script as the envelope we read...
"April.27th 1956
It has now been two months with out her menstrual juices, I don't know how long my strength will last with out it. My pet's juices are sustaining me, but I need more! His daily output has diminished to less than a quarter cup, time is catching up with me, I seem to have aged 10 years in the last week, and it will be months before the ice melts. I need another pet to milk soon. I don't know if I can maintain my strength till spring this year. She complains daily for me to let her go home! She's so selfish! I only keep her alive for my pet's child! Damn! I should have bred him sooner! I don't know if I have enough of my own potion left within me to finish the child's transformation. Perhaps the devil will col
