The second tiny native, Loch Mess Monster–or as we call him, Messy–has taken great strides these last months. He has yet to speak, which is concerning to both my Co-Captain and me, but Sassquatch speaks enough for the both of them. It is only unfortunate that she so rarely speaks without sarcasm.
A third tiny native appeared on the island today, much to our surprise. She too, cries often. My Co-Captain has tried to discern from whence and why these natives keep appearing, but to no avail. There seems to be no pattern; no rhyme or reason that we can see. While we will continue pursuing this mystery, who can tell how many more natives will reveal themselves in the interim?
We are outnumbered.