Andrew! It’s been a couple weeks since you saw me down at the lake near Eggstätt. Hope my beautiful Deutschland was everything you’ve dreamed of.
I’m real. That I was no beer-induced dream. I saw the
looks your roommates gave each other as I flew through the trees, but don’t
worry—they would barely recognize their own mothers two hundred feet away, let
alone adorable Wolpertingers like myself.
don’t ever doubt your flying bunny exists. You saw the antlers, the wings, the sharp pointy teeth, and you should be
how else do you explain finding this note on your pillow?
the lake when you get a chance, and I promise that you’ll sometimes catch
glimpses of me. (Occasionally. Very
back to Germany Andrew! Loved seeing you around the lake
again. The fact that you came back a year later to look for me means a
lot. I definitely made the right choice in picking you. Sorry I didn’t come out
from behind the tree, but I’m not the “reliable,” “predictable” type.
luck with sophomore year!
sir, are awesome. Thank you for your continued belief.
Hey Andrew. I’m guessing by now
that you’re questioning whether you saw me. I can feel your doubt, and let me
say: it does not feel good. See, I picked you to see me because I knew you were
one of the special ones, and it hurts when you go and doubt like this.
Really. I fade a little every time you doubt
your memory. No, I can’t show up at your house. No, I can’t reveal myself to
your mom. I select the people I think/hope will believe me the best, the ones
that can go on believing long after their research grants have been cut off by
the most questionable of companies. Bigfoot’s crowd?
He’s got a loyal following. Those people are committed. You are one of those dedicated people. I believe in
you—won’t you believe in me?
don’t have as much strength these days, what with two believers croaking and a
perfectly good replacement doubting his
are you receiving these letters, you ask? Your therapist is messing with your
mind. I can’t explain all the magic behind it, but you’re definitely not going
crazy and writing them yourself. How can you even ask that?
pick yourself up and get back in school.
there. I know it’s been a little while since I sent a message, but you wouldn’t
believe how much effort it takes to write anything down, let alone show up at
the lake. I lost another old-timer the other day, and his death was a real blow
to the old heart, I can tell you.
worst part is that by not showing up at the lake on a semi-regular schedule
anymore, I can’t get the attention of the casual hiker, or even the Snopes people. For, as it is said, the Wolpertinger
does not live by chupacabra intestines alone. Think
about that the next time you fall
asleep in bed at your mom’s house, knowing your friends and family believe in
you. That must feel nice, having someone believe in you. I wouldn’t know.
I’m really sorry for that last letter. I want you to know how much I value your
to have you back on the bandwagon, buddy. Third trip back was a charm! Funny
that your girlfriend brought you out here to prove I didn’t exist, huh? I hope
you appreciated the brief glimpse of me in the trees.
Yes. I’m still here. A couple years later, and still kicking around somehow. Barely. But who know how much longer? What kind of crazy
person believes in a flying bunny, amiright?
pretend you didn’t read that.
really just meant to congratulate you on the marriage. She’s beautiful.
I know both your wife and your therapist keep telling you I’m a figment of your
imagination, but you’ve just got to keep believing in me. You’re my last
believer, and I don’t want to fade. I watched the Beast of Bodmin
disappear a couple centuries back, and the Beast of Gevaudan.
After the years of panic and terror they wreaked, it’s hard to believe no one
recognizes their names anymore.
not convenient to remember me, I know, but do it for my awesome antlers. (You
know you saw them.) Those things are amazing, right? Right?
get it. I know when I’m not wanted. You’re throwing these notes into your
shredder before Jane sees them. And you encourage dinosaurs with your son, but
never mention me? It hurts, but I understand. I’ll go the way of the
Dodo—except people actually believe in him, and he’s dead.
time is short. You don’t even see these messages before they fall and fade into
the crevice between your mattress and headboard—but I couldn’t vanish without
thanking you for the years you held onto my memory, however inconvenient it was.
however long I have left, I’ll always remember the time you remembered me.
I’m that special creature your dad told you about last night. I really do have
sharp teeth, and I really do fly.
me a letter anytime! Tell me all about first grade. Just put the letter under
your pillow at night—it’ll find its way to me.