This is a letter from Nick Bottom to his friends about what happened to him. I tried to write it in Old English, so if you don't understand anything just ask!

Dearest Gentlemen,

As I hath past called to thou attention, a fortnight ago, the most mysterious bewitchment fell upon me. My dear friends, this part thou witnessed, running from me, who happened to have been transformed into a donkey. But thou have naught heard even the beginning of my exciting and heroic venture. After thou departed, a fairy queen awoke from the glorious melody flowing from my lips. She was stunned by my beauty and wisdom. She asked, nay, begged for me to accompany her, for her love for me was so great that a minute of separation would shatter her heart. Her loyal attendants, also fairies, were called for my disposal. Grapes, figs, and mulberries were to be fed to me as the fairy queen sang me to bed on pressed flowers. Monsieur Cobweb, one of the fairy queen's loyal attendants, was ordered to bring me the finest honey-bag in the land-My, was it good!-while Monsieur's Mustardseed and Peaseblossom scratched my head. Good gentlemen, I can assure you, being a donkey, while having many luxuries, also includes a hairy face which tickles considerably. After munching on sweet hay and dried oats, the finest in the land, the fairy queen wound me around in her arms, singing such a luxurious melody. Then, I remember dreams, such sweet dreams, as I slumbered deeply. Alas-when I awoke, my fairy queen was but all a dream to me! Now that my eyes have opened, I can see that this marvelous occurrence did come true, and I have conquered my fears to recite this to you, fine gentlemen. My good friends, thou knows that I would naught tell a falsehood! Every adventure that I have confided in you is authentic, and I pray thee naught to call me a lunatic!

Sincerely,

Nick Bottom, the weaver

P.S. Pray thee remember not a word of me.

P.S.S. Peter Quince, would thy kindly consider writing a ballad of this adventure? It shall be called "Bottom's Dream," and I shall sing it for all to hear! We shall need comedy, a small bit of tragedy, with a glorious hero, to be played by none other than myself! In fact, I believe that I could play all the parts! Of course, I shall need other actors to be props, so you fine gentlemen are welcome to play such things as flowers and trees!