The Twelve Days Of Christmas
***December 15***
Dearest John:
I went to the door today and the postman delivered a partridge in a pear
tree. What a thoroughly delightful gift. I couldn't have been more
surprised.
With deepest love and devotion,
Agnes
> >***December 16***
> >Dearest John:
Today the postman brought your very sweet gift. Just imagine - two turtle
doves. I'm just delighted at your very thoughtful gift. They are just
adorable.
All my love,
Agnes
***December 17***
Dear John:
Oh! Aren't you the extravagant one. Now I really must protest. I don't
deserve such generosity, three French hens. They are just darling, but I
must insist, you've been too kind.
> >Love,
Agnes
***December 18***
Dear John:
Today the postman delivered four calling birds. Now really, they are
beautiful, but don't you think enough is enough? You're being to romantic.
Affectionately,
Agnes
> >***December 19***
Dear John:
What a surprise! Today the postman delivered five golden rings; one for
every finger. You're just impossible, but I love it. Frankly, all those
birds squawking were beginning to get on my nerves.
> >All my love,
Agnes
> >***December 20***
Dear John:
When I opened the door, there were actually six geese a laying on my
steps. So you're back to the birds again, huh? Those geese are huge, where
will I ever keep them? The neighbors are complaining and I can't sleep
through the racket. Please stop!!
Cordially,
> >Agnes
> >***December 21***
Dear John:
What's with you and those friggin' birds??? Seven swans a swimming. What
kind of damn joke is this? There's bird shit all over the house and they
never stop with the racket. I can't sleep at night and I'm a nervous
wreck, it's not funny. So stop with the friggin' birds!!
Sincerely,
Agnes
***December 22***
O.K. BUSTER:
I think I prefer the birds. What the hell am I going to do with eight
maids a milking? It's not enough with all those birds and eight maids a
milking, but they had to bring their damn cows. There is cow shit all over
the lawn and I can't move in my own house. Just lay off me, smart ass.
Agnes
***December 23***
Hey Shithead:
What are you? Some kind of sadist. Now there's nine pipers
playing. And
damn, do they play! They've never stopped chasing those maids since they
got here yesterday morning. The cows are getting upset and they're
stomping all over those screeching birds. What am I going to do!!? The
neighbors have started a petition to evict me.
You'll get yours,
Agnes
> >***December 24***
You rotten prick:
Now there's 10 ladies dancing. I don't know why I call those sluts ladies.
They've been balling those pipers all night long. Now the cows can't sleep
and they've got diarrhea. My living room is a river of shit! The
Commissioner of Building has subpoenaed me to show cause why the building
shouldn't be condemned.
> >I'm siccing the police on you,
Agnes
> >***December 25***
Listen Shithead:
What's with the 11 lords a-leaping on those maids and
ladies? Some of
those broads will never walk again. Those pipers ran through the maids and
have been committing sodomy with the cows. All 23 of the birds are dead.
They've been trampled to death in the orgy. I hope you're satisfied, the
rotten vicious swine.
Yours sworn enemy,
Agnes
> >***December 26***
LAW OFFICES
BADGER, BENDER & CAJOLE
303 Knave Street
Chicago, Illinois
> >December 26
This is to acknowledge your latest gift of 12 fiddlers fiddling which you
have seen fit to inflict on our client, Miss Agnes McHolstein. The
destruction of course was total. All future correspondence should come to
our attention. If you should attempt to reach Miss McHolstein at Happy
Dale Sanitarium, the attendants have instructions to shoot you on sight.
With this letter, please find attached a warrant for your
arrest.
> >Cordially,
> >Badger, Bender & Cajole
