Dear Auntie,
Hello Auntie. How have you been? Is the war over yet? I miss you so much Auntie. I am sorry I have not been able to write lately, I'm sure you have been worried sick. Our plane crashed. It was shot down on our way to the safe place. We didn't even make it to wherever we were heading. When our plane crashed, we ended up on a small island in the middle of nowhere. It isn't inhabited and it seems as if the other boys and I are the only animals, besides a few pigs. I do not like the other boys Auntie. They are not nice to me. Whenever I have good ideas, they don't even respect me enough to give me the effort to listen. They call me Piggy, you know how I hate being called Piggy. I really don't like it here. There is not much food here either. There are a few pigs, if we get the nerve to kill them, and some fruits and trees. I miss your candies Auntie. I really wish I could come home to you and eat your candies and be away from these boys. I love and miss you.

Love, "Piggy"