Dear Cousin,
I simply must to tell you of recent events. Honestly, I am completely dumbfounded as to what some men will actually ingest without thinking. I mean really, who else but our dear Uncle Edward would even think to travel all the way to Scotland for a joust and proceed to fill his belly with three large portions of haggis and beans the very morning of the competition? I dare say, he is lucky Aunt Ruth, the daft old bat, did not request an immediate beheading. I am certain he echoed all about the countryside, for pities sake.
I should ad, Uncle Edward lost by a nose. The steed got wind of him and ran, posthaste. The other horrified horses quickly followed.
For Now, Cousin Gwen.
Copyright 2012, by Suzie Ashby.
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