Dear Flora
- In the dark kitchen, Ulysses types a poem to Flora.
- He has an unsettling feeling, like the kind you get when someone is watching you, so he looks around and smells smoke. (Uh-oh… Flora's mom smokes.)
- Sure enough, Phyllis is right there, waiting for him; she tells him she's sick of his little paws all over her stuff.
- So she asks him to type what she says, word for word. Ulysses loves typing, so he gladly agrees.
- Even though Phyllis tells him stuff that's not true, he types it anyway. This is what she is writing, not him.
- They start with "Dear Flora."