|Doctor Mouse I presume?|
Several weeks ago I had been ordered to meet my editor, Borden Gennet Jr. at his suites in Paris, there to be tasked with the seemingly impossible. I was to travel to Darkest Florida and locate that explorer and missionary par excellence Doctor Mouse.
As you well know Doctor Mouse embarked on a mission of discovery for the Church of the Imagination Missionary Society some years ago and had not been heard from since. An expedition, quite half-hearted in this writer's opinion, had been sent by the Royal Geographic Society in an effort to determine the good Doctor's whereabouts. As is well known the expedition turned up many rumors and no facts. In certain circles it has been believed that the good Doctor fell foul of the marauding Peetie-Peetie tribe.
Undeterred by this latest intelligence, and in no way prepared to deny the wishes of the Editor, on whom may all Blessings fall, I outfitted an expedition to carry on the search. With the aid of my indefatigable, ur, aide, I arranged for a flying machine borrowed from Professor Elemental, to drop us, all too literally, on Doctor Mouse's last known location.
After days of trekking through stifling heat, with nothing to eat save cheese burgers and no drink save that which we could wring from the snack stands, I am please to announce that the good Doctor has been located, hale and hearty as a mouse can be.
I hope to resume regular blog entries presently.
Gen. M.. C. Monkey-Dew, VSP, FRPGS, ret.