DAY SIX:

Ash,

Today the postman knocked and ran. When I opened the door there were
actually six Pidgeots-a-laying on my front steps. So, you're back on the
birds again. Those Pidgeots are huge! Where in the name of creation will
I keep them? The neighbors are complaining, rightfully so, and it is
impossible to sleep through this racket.

Now let this be the end of this.

Cordially,

Misty