To: Nicole de Mylcandonai
From: Guillaume Grosscanard
Ah, Nicole, my little love-puppet. I know better than to take your supposed
comments to heart. Through incompetent management of his correspondence
your brother shows himself to be diddling once more in your affairs. I received two
letters from Paris today - one an obvious forgery of your fair hand, and one the
original in your brother's uptight, crabbed script. As we are at war I had hoped that
he had better things to think about than his sister's love life and the size of my
member.
Furthermore, I can see that should I choose to visit you once again when I am
in Paris, I will have little to fear from your current admirer, de la Vega, as he
appears
to be so little of a man that he lets de Mylcandonai put words into his mouth. I
can only pray that this is all he allows to be put into his mouth.
Yours, as ever,
The Grossest of Canards.
