I sit down at my desk pulling a pen and paper out, but I still didn’t have a single idea of what to write. I knew from the conversation I had with my dad the other day, my grandfather hates the W.P.A and was very against the idea of me becoming an agent, I wonder how he feels to know I’m on the other side of the fence stopping him, I bet he doesn’t like to tell his hunter buddies about that. I knew the outline of everything that I needed to say, I just had to work out how to put it all in my own words. With a...