Good morning, everyone! It is I, Miss Lydia Bennet, here to bring you the news. Let's see what the squirrels have scribbled--goodness, that was a pleasing bit of alliteration--for us today, shall we?

We begin with the school, where Potatoes! class made a salad of potatoes, which I do not believe I have ever encountered. I am quite curious, I must admit! And then...no, we've no more notes for the school, nor for the dorm; you cannot imagine the porg's prostrations of despair. We do, however, have some for the town, so let's get on with those, shall we? At the Trooper Station, Detective Watts was inspecting the space beneath his desk, which he explained to Mr. Grant when he arrived with luncheon was because he was in want of a nap. I see. Miss Skywalker was trying out some alterations at her warehouse when Dean Skywalker stopped by to discuss said changes. Apparently there is a machine for rowing. I thought that was what boats were for. And finally, Mr. Morningstar was playing the piano at the Devil's Nest.

And with the end of my notes, dear listeners, I shall bid you farewell until next week. Until then!