O, my little Prickly Pears! It has been an Extraordinarily Eventful week at the Fiction-Writing Directorate. First the Escape of the Anaconda — and then the Shocking attack on my Person! I Pray that your Week has been more Peaceful — and that you have Written and met your Goals.
Given the Beastmaster’s Appalling and Shocking Behavior toward me this Week, I am Loath to allow any of my Agents to become Feed for his foul Beasts. But O my little Apple Blossoms, I must. It is my Duty to Punish the Recalcitrant.
Under ordinary Circumstances, I would insist that I be the First to be Chastized, for I only posted Four exercises this week instead of the required Five. However, I consider my Tumble down the Stairs at the Beastmaster’s hands to be Sufficient Punishment.
O, yes, he Denies acting Against me. But I shall get to the Bottom of this, and Expose him for his Treachery, even from my Bed in the Infirmary. O what a Dreadful place this is — filled with the Shrieks of the Mad and the Wounded. I shall not Linger here.
But tell me, my sweet and brave Agents: How went your Mission this week? What Challenges presented their Calling-Cards to you? How may I assist you with Writing?
Speak up, Brave Ones, for only my Thoughts of you and your Writing keep me from Despairing in this horrid Place.
