"I'm ready to take that letter now, Charles," said Mr. Pickles. He gripped the quill pen with his trunk, lifted it out of its stand and dipped its nib into the inkwell. Dearest Veronica,
I oft times post in haste. Never seeing the errors of my ways. Then I write fifty times on a blackboard: Measure twice. Cut once. Wait. That's what carpenters do. Oh, well. It works just the same.
George logged onto his account. “Can you believe this January weather?” read the message on his wall. “Coldest winter in twenty years. Global warming my ass!"
