Dear Miss Moore,
I once grounded a catboat. Couldn’t sail to weather. It was a date. I brought along a dog I rescued on the way. The man who rescued us was called John. The boat, Peggotty. I do not remember the date. The dog was with me just long enough to be sick as I removed the porcupine quills from her nose. Painful barbs. Her family was very poor. I never knew her name.
I baked our hero a pie and offered him cheddar. An option to which he replied, “A pie without cheese is like a kiss without the squeeze.”
Oh, Miss Moore, I do hope you will be pleased.