Our dear Beatrice,
How we miss you! Things are awfully confusing around here without you... for instance, remind us again how to turn on the record player? We've tried and tried as silly old Cecil wants to listen to Elgar (It's not silly, it's greater art than that hoo-hoo-hoo stuff you listen to!) I'm sorry, that was Cecil. He's mad at me because I said the only reason I don't like alpacas is that they aren't pretty.
How are things in Franklin? COME HOME SOON!!! Tell Dr. George (the owl) that we miss him!
Friendlily,
Percival Eugene "Percy" Worthington
(Post Scriptum: I do not approve of Percy's exuberent use of capital letters and exclaimation points, but did not want to neglect my communicative duties. Sincere regards, Cecil Alexander Beatley.)
Friday, October 30, 2009
Letters from back home, no.I
Posted by beatrice at 1:44 PM
Labels: adventure, gnomes, letters from home/afar, travelling
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2 comments:
Don't worry, Claire, I stopped by the house earlier today and showed them how to turn on some music. Cecil expressed a touching degree of emotion as we discussed your absence, incidentally. The dear old silly is really very fond of you.
cecil is my soul mate. :) i think i ought to take him some manchego. ;)
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