December 2, 2007
Dear Ms Watson,
I understand you’re a little miffed that we’re not taking your heartfelt loss seriously and that poor wee Cricket could be lying under a bush, injured, starving, in need of a stiff latte and some botox.
Allow me to extend the olive branch (that’s a metaphor, by the way) (a metaphor is a thing that isn’t what it says it is but kind of represents that thing) (oh forget it – let’s just say I’m being nice) (even though I’m not, really) and wish you all the best in your hunt for your lost chiwawa (sic).
Although I must say the whole thing reminds me of the old joke about the woman putting up posters saying “Lost dog, reward offered” and the little boy wondering if the dog can read… Not sure why. 😉