Middle+Ages+Letter

Dear Mother, Hello, this is Leroy. Things are not going very well with me since the plague has come. My children have left to live with Aunt Butterworth so they won’t get sick, but my wife, Sheri is very very sick. She has had the plague for around 5 days. We are treating her and hoping she will make it. I am wearing a mask that protects me from breathing in the bad air. The air is believed to be filled with deadly toxins, leading to the plague. The mask is filled with herbs that should make me not breathe in the bad air and I only get clean, healthy air. The mask covered my entire face, and it was shaped like a bird’s beak. The plague has been going on for about three years now, and Sheri has finally gotten it. She was gathering logs from behind our home, and there was a diseased rat sleeping in the wood and it bit her. We got a doctor and tried to get the bad blood out by blood letting; but that did not seem to work. We also closed all doors and windows and we won’t bathe just so we won’t catch the plague. If Sheri makes it, we are going to move with Butterworth till the plague is over. And if it doesn’t, then we will live with her. Well that’s all I needed to say, wish Sheri luck that she makes it through the plague. Love, Leroy.