"Dear grandfather, That's it!
I, Paprika, 19 years old, have decided that I am a girl grown up enough to manage myself and not have to listen to your orders anymore.
You tried everything so I wouldn't have to leave, I know your ways: you told me I couldn't decide until I was tall enough, well now I'm over 5'4" and I know how to drive your wagon! I know the Truffula pigment recipe by heart to make my own paints. You also promised that I could wear whatever I wanted as soon as I could sew my own thneed towel, well that's done too. I've even been good about doing all the advertising campaigns for your company, and I've painted no less than three hundred and ninety-eight pictures for your buildings and exhibitions. I'm curious, and that's nothing new. I'm tired of wearing bells like a sheep in the family flock you created. I don't feel like having braids all the time that serve as a serial number, my hair is never tangled and you know it! I may have bad eyesight without glasses, but that's never stopped anyone from living their life alone. And don't give me the excuse that I've got wax skin ; I may be a living candle, but I won't let myself get cold and I'll prove it. So, grandfather, whether you like it or not, I'm leaving.
Goodbye, circus , I'm going to enjoy myself and put on my own shows! I'm not insolent, I'm a "free spirit" as my sisters say, who at least think of others as persons and not as hidden workers with ridiculous and hastily found names. When I have my own troop, I'll come and get them back as well as my rights to the valley plots. Don't blame me, you're the one who put it in our heads to never stop getting bigger.
PS: Yes, I'm the one who took all the white paint cans. You know how expensive it is...
PPS: I took your tie because it looks professional. I know you have lots of spare ties.
Paprika EMBERFIRE"
