“Brady, you got a letter!”
Brady Allred jumped up from his bed and hurried down the hall to where his mother stood sorting through the stack of bills and junk mail. He hoped it was from one of his cousins. Since they were the only ones who ever wrote him, he wasn’t disappointed.
“It’s from Devin!” Brady exclaimed joyfully as he tore open the envelope. He pulled out the letter and scanned it over. Just as he suspected, it was in code:
Wvzi Yizwb,
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Hrmxvivob, Wverm
Luckily, Brady had invented the code himself. He had sent a secret decoder to each of his cousins so that they could write to each other back and forth without anybody knowing what they were saying. This was particularly important when you had three younger siblings as Brady did. And since he shared a room with his brother Jared, he had to be especially careful not to leave the decoder lying around where Jared could find it.
Brady quickly shut the door to his room so that nobody could see him pull out and open the secret box he kept hidden in the back of his underwear drawer. He sat down at the desk, opened the box and pulled out the decoder. It read:
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Z Y X W V U T S R Q P O N M L K J I H G F E D C B A
Brady diligently translated the letter, word for word. After a few lines, he shouted, “All right!” He excitedly translated the next few words before his bedroom door burst open.
“What are you yelling about?” asked Lindsey, his nine-year old sister.
“Hey, get out of here! You didn’t knock!” accused Brady, quickly hiding his decoder so that she couldn’t see it.
“I just wanted to see what you’re yelling for,” pouted Lindsey.
“Devin’s family’s moving to California!” exclaimed Brady, momentarily forgetting that he was upset at her for barging in.
P.S. I put the translation in the comments section.
Here is the translation of the letter:
ReplyDeleteDear Brady,
How are you doing? I’m doing good. In fact, I’ve got some great news! My dad just got a job as a counselor at Hillside High, so we’re going to move to California! I can’t wait! It’s going to be awesome. We can go to the beach, and go swimming at Trey’s house, and go to baseball games, and have weekend parties and play Atari all night. It’s going to be so cool. Anyways, we’re going to be down there for the 4th of July so we can look for a house so I guess I’ll see you at Trey’s house for the big party. Well, I gotta go. I have to write Trey and tell him, even though he probably already knows cause Uncle Marvin helped my dad get the job and anyways, I’ll talk to you later.
Sincerely, Devin