From Suun Li, in the morning post:
Mikl. May the sun shine rays of love and prosperity upon the open grass. I write to ask if I may stay in your rooms in an upcoming trip. Suun Li want see the Tittagglia exhibit, and stay for the hotdogs and slaw.
In response(from me, Mikl):
Dearest sour moon, Suun Li: I've afraid the whole thing is quite impossible. Just now I have, quite by accident, severed three toes, in chopping the firewood. I shall be discommoded for some time to come and fractionally unable to attend to you, my dearest.
I was almost hoping for some kind of infirmity, that maybe I would go drink the dark creek water and catch the yellow fever, the kind where you have sharp stomach pains and the screaming diarrhea.
But providence smiled on me and I chopped off three toes instead.