Dearest John:
I went to the door today and the postman delivered
a Partridge in a Pear Tree. What a thoroughly delightful gift!
I couldn't have been more surprised.
With deepest love and devotion,
Agnes
Dearest John:
Today the postman brought your very sweet gift. Just
imagine - Two Turtle Doves! I'm just delighted at your very thoughtful
gift. They are just adorable.
All my love,
Agnes
Dearest John:
Oh, aren't you the extravagant one! Now I really must protest. I don't deserve such generosity - Three French Hens! They are just delightful, but I must insist, you've been too kind.
Love,
Agnes
Dearest John:
Today the postman delivered Four Calling Birds. Now
really, you're being too romantic. They are beautiful, but don't you think
that enough is enough?
Affectionately,
Agnes
Dearest John:
What a surprise! Today the postman delivered Five
Golden Rings - one for each finger. You're just impossible, but I love
it. Frankly, all those birds squawking were beginning to get on my nerves.
Love,
Agnes
Dear John:
When I opened the door, there were actually Six Geese-A-Laying on my front steps. So you're back to the birds again, huh? Those geese are huge. Where will I keep them? The neighbors are complaining and I can't sleep through the racket. Please stop.
Cordially,
Agnes
John:
What's with you and those fucking birds? Seven Swans-A-Swimming! What kind of a goddamn joke is this? There's bird shit all over the house and they never stop with the racket. I can't sleep at night and I'm a nervous wreck - it's not funny. So stop with those fucking birds!
Sincerely,
Agnes
OK Buster!
I think I prefer the birds. What the hell am I going
to do with 8 Maids a Milking? It's not enough with all these birds and
maids a milking, but they had to bring their goddamn cows! There's shit
all over the lawn and I can't move in my own house.
Just lay off me, smartass!
Agnes
Hey Shithead:
What are you, some kind of sadist? Now there are nine
Pipers Piping! And Christ do they play! They haven't stopped chasing those
maids since they got here. The cows are getting upset and they're stepping
all over those screeching birds. What am I going to do? The neighbors have
started a petition to evict me!
You'll get yours!
Agnes
You Rotten Prick!
Now there's Ten Ladies Dancing. I don't know why I
call those sluts ladies. They've been balling those pipers all night long.
The cows can't sleep and they've got diarrhea. My living room is a river
of shit. The commissioner of buildings has subpoenaed me to give cause
why the building shouldn't be condemned.
I'm siccing the police on you.
One who means it!!
Listen Fuckhead:
What's with the Eleven Lords a Leaping on those Maids
and Ladies? Some of those broads will never walk again. Those pipers ran
through the maids and have been committing sodomy with the cows! All 23
birds are dead, they've been trampled to death in the orgy. I hope you're
satisfied, you vicious, rotten swine.
Your sworn enemy,
Agnes
Dear Sir:
This is to acknowledge receipt of your latest gift
of the Twelve Drummers Drumming, which you have seen fit to inflict upon
our client, Miss Agnes McHolstein. The destruction, of course, was total.
All future cor-respondence should be sent to our attention. If you should
attempt to contact Miss McHolstein at Happy Dale Sanitarium, the attendants
have instructions to shoot on sight! With this letter you will find attached
a warrant for your arrest.
Cordially,
Badger, Bender & Cajole