Dear Olan it’s me Starscream your Thundercat and of course The Floppy Eared Mutant Mini Horse,
In Earth time it’s how you say Father’s Day? We’ll human man boy I had not known my birth giver until you adopted my into your clan. Clan Rogers is a respectable one! You have garnished my bowl with fresh salmons and tunas in dry pellet form. You have filled my soft fur food collection sack everyday with bountiful treats. You are my food giver which is pretty close to a father but without the paws. I still don’t understand why you adopted my sister Tardis into the clan! She is like a tornado that destroys everything in its path. She also drop more butt logs than any known animal in the cosmos….yet you still provide the mutant mini horse with treasures that squeak and treats to eat. I remember the time Tardis sent you on a chase and you came back pretty upset thinking she ran away. And then you got a ring from your sorcery brick letting you know they found her at a yard sale drink out of the lemonade bowl. She does this to many of my bowls and my washroom box. Point in case food giver have a Father’s Day on us! Now if you can get Hugh Jackman over for dinner I’ll give you the Happy in Father’s Day until then you get Father’s Day. Tardis wants to say something now…..HDAYVNJEAADU XSSCBUDSD