The following is a transcript of the contents of a Sparrow-bound notebook in the custody

of law enforcement in connection with a pending investigation.

While the investigation and most of the events described did occur in the general vicinity

of the Midwest, all of the specific locations, names and other identifiers have been altered

by me to protect the investigation and my own anonymity.

I will be simply circumspect about how I obtain access to the notebook itself.

This is the say, I had an opportunity to analyse the object physically.

As part of that process, I photographed all the pages per my SOP.

It wasn't until the following week that I glanced back through those photos and

began reading out what I've collected.

I understand how they may be interpreted, and you have no reason to trust the word of

an anonymous stranger as to its authenticity.

I cannot even vouch for the truth of what is written myself, though I think I've

transcribed all the word accurately.

All I can say is that what I've written is the truth, and I'm presenting it to the

best of my ability.

What you take from it, evidence of something sinister, the outlines of some elaborate

prank, or simply a few moments of entertainment, that is entirely up to you.

I remember the first time I saw you, you were, what, one, maybe not even that, laying

on the blanket next to your mummer in the park, sleeping so peacefully as you watched over

you with a tired, but happy look on a face.

That sleep, so calm and serene, I envy you of that, and I was having trouble sleeping

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