Me trapped! Evil wo-man put Ted in box. Me no like the box!
But evil man read to Ted. He read poey tree. Make Ted feel good! But me still hungry. No food in box. Make Ted mad!
Ted want make big boom on evil paper people!
But boom no work. Me not know why. Me scared. Evil man read poey tree again. Me like! Me like!
Me forget food. Me only want poey tree! But poey tree end! Ted get angry! Ted get very angry!
“Me want poey tree!” me say.
“But it’s all over,” say evil guy.
Me nuke evil guy. But nuky no worky. Me cry.
“Don’t cry,” he say, “there will always be more stuff to read. And in the meantime you can vote for your favorite!”
Me skeptical. Me not know what that means but me it. Me never vote. Me scared to vote. Me think voting only illusion of choice. Me no like illusions! Evil girl make illusions. Scare Ted! Me hide under bed.
But evil man say voting good. Me think hard. The poey tree all good! Me not know which get Ted vote. Ted vote very important!
Me no vote for Glasses. Me no like he have family. Ted family dead. Ted no have family. Not fair!
Me want vote for smart guy. But me not know what he say. His poey tree sound funny.
Old wo-man make good poey tree. But me not know what is ‘petrelli’.
Me too scared of murderer. No get Ted vote!
Me like food. Me like eat pigeons. Me think raven is pigeon. Ted vote go to raven eater.
But me try vote and window pops up! Me think it ad. It not ad! It Hana!
“Hey, Ted. Vote for my poem,” she say.
“Me vote for you,” me say.
“Lies!” she type, “You are voting for the enemy! Tarot is one of them!”
Ted not like them. Me not know who them is but them bad!
“Me vote for you,” me say.
She go away. But me no vote yet. Me unsure again. Ted vote very important! Me need to think.
This is corrupting my brain. How have I come to the point where I think Ted is adorable?
Dear Mr….Ted.
Petrelli is my last name and the names of my two sons. It is a legacy of grand superiorty in society. So please help honor us Petrellis and vote for my poem.
P.S. I would not consider myself extremely “old”. You may call me Mrs. Petrelli.
Ted, I am not one of them and I don’t eat pigeons, I take care of pigeons. Ask yourself this, Ted, if I were one of them why are they chasing me?