D is the best letter in the world, because it stands for DYLAN – and that’s me! It also stands for Dougall, and that’s my brother. I look after him, of course. He’s always been shy and retiring. Some people find us hard to tell apart but Dougall’s got a white bottom and I’ve got a white chin. Other than that, we’re brown and hairy with a bit of white in the middle. We’re not sleek, we have rosettes in our coats, sort of whirly bits where the hair changes direction. Our dad was probably a Peruvian pig. And we’re three and one third years old.
We came to live with Mummy and Uncle Victor when we were three weeks old, and Mummy says she always knew I was going to be trouble. All those early photos with Dougall huddling up shyly to Victor, and me round the back doing my thing or staring at the camera, saying “go on then!”. Hee, hee. I think they look fun. Mummy asked me something the other day. She said “Do you stand on the right with Dougall on your left all the time by accident, or is there some grand plan?” It’s just the way it should be, Mummy.
Mummy’s written one short story about us called Dylan’s Yuletide Journey and you can download it FREE at smashwords. She says we’re going to have more adventures and turn up in the last book, or possibly the last two books, and we’re very important. Well, of course we are! We’re the Princelings of the North. I might blog about the place she says we come from in the letter I, because I don’t know anyone whose name begins with I. You’ll have to come back again and see. I hope you do!