Not so much a sequel, as a companion to my Account 273-J story from earlier. Enjoy!

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[Ed. Note: for legibility purposes, the following is a rewrite of the best approximation for what the original document, retrieved from 420 Stetson Ave., Oshawa, contained. The original journal may be requested from Professor Bell for research purposes only]

/March 3rd, 2010/

Bloody hell, the damn reports were actually serious. I saw one today! Was doing my route and I get to this house a little bit past the guard line. Door was open so I peek inside to see if everything’s all right. Last time that happened I interrupted a burglary, got praised in the papers and all. So I pop in and out from the kitchen comes this giant-ass puppy. Not sure the breed—may have just been generic. Had a brown patch over one eye though. Anyhow I didn’t really make the connection with the reports and figured it was one of them furries or something. So I get close asking if he was alright—he was moving a bit weird so I thought he was stuck in costume like Nel at Halloween. All of a sudden the guy just grabs me, just like that! Grabs me good and that’s when I felt it—he was too soft on the inside. Like a giant pillow or a stuffed toy. That’s when I remembered the reports. Freaked out and whacked him good with my mailbag before running off. I’m no fool though, I went straight to the line and told ‘em what happened. They’re extending the line now.