Dear Misser Pratchett, sir,
So you're that bloke who wrote me up, eh? Me and my master and Susan and the like? Well, see, I have a couple-a questions running through my head, here, and I was hoping you could answer 'em real quick-like.
Now that the book is published an' all, is it too late to change a couple wee little details? See, when I was a little lad meself, I fancied this lil' wooden horse, I e'en froze my nose to a window just lookin' at it. I'm hopin', see, that you could take that quill o' yours and perhaps change the hands around on it? Give it a little twist-like, and have that wee horse pop-up somewhere in a child named Albert's house?
So, if that ain't too hard for you, I'd really be somethin' grateful if you could fix that up for me.
Thank-ye,
Albert
