Nad_Gamgee (HowMuchWatch) все записи автора (c) Kate Belova

Dear Sir or Madam,

Please accept our sincerest apologies for rejecting to go back to the Zoo. The matter is that our vessel is brocken and these abominable penguins don't want to repair it. I, Gloria and Marty can't overhaul it by ourselves. We asked Lemurs to do this but they don't want to loose such precious friends as we are, so they don't want to help us. But don't worry for us, we got used to the feral life. Of course, it was rather hard for me to adjust to eating fish instead of meat. The most happiest animal of us is Marty. He liked Madagascar at the first sight.
I hope you will accept our apologies.In an attempt to make up for the inconvenience caused, we are sending you five hyenas to substitute us.

Yours sincerely,
Alex

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(c) Olya Vankevych

Who-knows-what-Street
Somewhere in London

12 April
Dear Leonid,

First of all I want to thank you for the parcel with woolen socks you have sent me. They’re really great! And the fact that you’d knitted them yourself makes them even more precious for me! J J J

I suppose you are interested why I’m writing to you. The matter is that I’m having a small problem, and I’d be grateful if you could offer your advice.

You know that it’s very hard to earn a living nowadays as well as you know that I managed to do that, although it was a backbreaking work. As you remember I borrowed some dab of money from Mr. Ukrainian-Budget. Oh, what a mean imbecile he is! A real skinflint! You know perfectly well that soon he started demanding his money back, but how could I return it?! I didn’t even manage to buy one of the Hawaiian Islands by that time! So I had to leave the Country, my beloved and indispensable Motherland!

However, I managed to combat homesickness rather easily, and everything had been just fine up to that day when I had that awful dream.

In that nightmare some bloody angel came to see me. She was muffled up with clouds; there was a bright light all over her and all that tripe. The angel with the strange plait J J J over her head started threatening me. She told me I wouldn’t be allowed to enter the Paradise unless I had repaid the money of her client! Now she comes to me every night wanting to have a talk with my Conscience. How naive she, the angel, is! I buried my Conscience at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean J J J long ago! I want to see how she is going to find her, ha!

The problem is that I’m sick with this lady, but she won’t go. Suggest me something! What would you do if you were me? Maybe I should offer her a part of my fortune?! How do you think, 5% will be enough? J

PLEASE let me know what you think I should do. Don’t let your friend go mad! If your advice will be helpful, it’ll be you who get those 5%! J … Oh, I forgot that you also had some business with Mr. Ukrainian-Budget; so I doubt that you need that percents now. But whatever the case, you should suggest me something. So I’m waiting. Don’t fail me!

40 billiards of kisses,
Boris