Bad News For Miss Marcia

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: My Dear Sister,

: Went for a ride on my carpet late last night, and saw a suspiciously familiar figure skulking around Poor Pitiful Pining Pilgrim Penny's Pallid Palace...kinda tall, lean, and ummm...er...BENT!  Flew back by there again this morning, and I'm sorry to have to tell you, Sis, but your beloved was just leaving PPPPP's yard.  Don't know for sure where he spent the night, but he WAS singing "When the moon hits your eye, like a big-a pizza pie, that's amore!"  Looks bad.  No, I really mean it!  It looked VERY bad and sounded worse!  To make it even more pathetic, he was attempting to coax his two left feet into a silly little tarantella as he scampered across the open meadow.  Unfortunately, his bootstraps were a-draggin' and he fell flat on his face!

: Shall I check my tea leaves & see if I can determine just how serious this new relationship of his might be?  Or do you want me to ask Mme. Adrienne for a skinny, bent little cloth doll and some very pointy hatpins?

: Yours Enchantingly,
: Sassy 

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