beloved father of mine come hither and observe the needless and wanton destruction of our sleeping-tree’s root-bed

I can only suspect my mother, your long-adored wife, yet again

(as I suggested last time)

attempted to bury some trivial object

(one of her many earrings perhaps)

yet another mysterious occasion for the inexplicable appearance of soil, would you not agree…

though you know I would have protested with all my might!

obviously I was not present and so was unable to prevent this grievous despoliation as you see now upon the ochre parquetry

warm regards, your innocent and loving son, Totoro.