Electronic Theatre: I awoke this morning to hear a fluttering outside my tent. Scrambling outside I meet Pete, the pelican postman, who informs me that I have new mail. From whom I’m not entirely sure, as it’s only the locals and Rover that are aware of my new residency. Upon reading the letter I discover that I may have unwittingly become partisan to a conspiracy. Remaining anonymous my new correspondent asserts that he or she was all set to become mayor before my arrival. Nevertheless, I do not intend to give up this position of power without a fight.