Dear Pudgy, Pipsqueak and Gomer,
It is with sadness I write this letter to you, my dear friends. I can hardly hold this crayon due to my shaking paws and lack of opposable thumbs.
The plan you had so carefully put into place to reclaim the garage and your rightful place as keepers of the homestead is for naught. We will not be able to defeat Boots and Echo, those horrible and heartless beasts.
Last night, a new family of mice moved into the garage. I believe it was the Pestersons, you know too well how jealous they were of your position as chief caretakers.
Just as they were moving into your box to settle in for the night, those ferocious felines pounced out from under the van and attacked. It was a massacre, a flurry of claws and teeth, the likes of which I had never before witnessed.
Stay away dear friends. Be glad you escaped in time from this fate that could have been yours.
The funeral is Friday, but I beg you not to attend. The homestead is too dangerous for all rodents.
Yours in sadness,
Leo the Chipmunk