Dear John,
How are you? I hope you are well!
I apologise for not writing in such a long time, but you know how
things get - busy. So much has happened since you went away.
Incredible, illogical and rightly impossible things have come my way.
Just yesterday, I was in the kitchen baking sugar cookies. A normal,
everyday and common activity you say? Well, I pulled the golden
cookies from the oven and took a bite of a particularly large one. As
I chewed on the delectable sweetness, I looked out the window and saw
a pig fly across the sky! Yes! A pig! With wings! Right under a
vibrant rainbow! You know what they say about pigs flying... it means
that anything possible. And oh boy how true that is! After the pig
flew by the window, I raced outside to see where it was headed.
Right by my feet a little
green-coloured man whisked by, his red hair sticking out from under a
green cap with a black buckle and a red beard trailing behind him. Of
course, having an intimate understanding of all things unlikely, I
followed the little man through my garden hedges and out over that
little decorative bridge. But alas, before I could place one foot on
the tiny stone bridge, a troll popped its head out from underneath
and demanded payment to cross. Unfortunately, in my rush to leave the
house I had taken nothing with me except the delicious golden cookie
that I had already taken a bite out of. I generously stuck out my
hand in the direction of the tiny yet grotesque troll and hoped he
would take my offering. The little grey troll snatched the cookie
from my hand and seemed content as he crumbled it up and gingerly bit
into it. I placed one foot on the little bridge and was across it by
the next.
I couldn't see where the little
green scamp had gotten but decided to follow the direction of the
rainbow which seemed to end just out on the other side of the trees
which surrounded the yard. I made my way under the branches and came
out the other side to the most glorious and colourful vision. Right
there, under the colours of the rainbow was a gleaming pot of golden
coins! Sitting by the pot, facing away from me was the little
leprechaun counting his coins. I stealthily walked up to him and
grabbed him by the scruff of the collar of his little green outfit.
He promised to give me his gold if I let him go. So, I did what any
decent person would do and let the little guy go. Unfortunately, he
wasn't too keen on keeping his word and with a poof, he and his pot
of gold disappeared. However, luckily for me, he had forgotten about
the little pile of coins which he had been counting next the now-gone
pot. I gathered my spoils of fourteen golden coins and hurriedly
stuffed them into my pocket.
I made my
way back home, came through the trees, passed the little troll
gingerly licking his fingers in happy enjoyment and sat down in the
kitchen to pen this letter to you. I must wrap up for now as I think
the goose has laid a golden egg and a boy has come to the door to
sell me some beans. I will write again soon!
With love,
Martha
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