McElroy Boyd here. Sorry I haven't been keepin' y'all up to date on the comings and goings of Skank Wolf and the Mange but Dixie Peters and I have been busier than bees a-nursin' the boys back to health. You see in the hot summer moths, they took to sleepin' in a little patch of swampland here on my estate, Rabies Acres. I try to make 'em mix in a little bit of tonic water w/ their wolfshine so as to keep 'em protected from the dread malaria fly but it didn't work out too good. You see them boys don't pay no attention to half of what I tell 'em on account of them bein' insubordinate and they also don't understand the more sophisticated medical terminology since they know only enough English words to write rock and roll songs. So the boys go around a wallerin' in the mud and bugs and eatin' the local rabits and sure as your face they done got the malaria. At first I was happy they finally got back to writin' new material but then I realized all that pukin' and howlin' was involuntary and caused by severe sickness of the mind and body. Now I am stuck with four boys who cain't even walk to the outhouse to do their business without help and don't even got enough time on my hands to practice piano.
Your friend,
McElroy Boyd
