Today is my twelfth birthday--five years since writing my first letter--and I'm full of strength, mushrooms and determination.

I truly believe that I'm going to make it to adulthood, though it's quite lonely celebrating my birthdays with only the shells and insects. In the next two or three years, I should have enough knowledge to build a scarecrow and save my garden from the birds.

I'd also like to thank everyone for reading my letters. Your kind words and ideas have really eased my loneliness here on Isola.

Sincerely,
Mahalo