Dear miss winny, I ate one mushroom today and it tasted like the mushroom pie you make on Sundays for me when mummy is not around.
it's been six days now and I'm still stuck on this ground.
The only thing i can see is the sky and the moon looking round.

Oh miss winny, 
I've had so much water when it rains
and somehow I still catch a cold every night.
I sing the song you sing for me every night with my eyes tightly closed and my hands wrapped around my knees till I fall asleep to survive the fear of the monsters in the night. 
the sound was so loud in moms room
When I was watching my favourite show downstairs and somehow I found myself standing in the pool of blood of mom and dad.
another gun sound came from the strange man and I scamper down the stairs into the woods till I fell into my own death.
now I wish I was lying in my own pool of blood somewhere in my room,
but rather I'm 12 feet deep in a dry well.
Dear miss winny, I know it will take only a big wave of water to wash this letter stuck in a bottle and mysteriously get to your hands cause this might be the last.
I shout at the top of my voice every hour but no one is listening except the birds that I can't understand. 
I know you always listen to me whine about everything, but i really need you to tuck me in and sing me to sleep this time miss winny.