Dear Scarlet, Vickie got you this tail at the medieval fair. You have been wearing it ever since when at my house. On Sunday night I asked what was taking you so long to put your pajamas on and you said, “Oh, I’m just putting on my tail.” You remind me of a little lost boy or something. Like if Tinkerbell and a Lost boy had a lovechild, that child would be you. You keep saying that you’re a werewolf cub.