Dear Arthur, Hon Hon Hon,
I believe there is a Conference coming up this weekend—a Conference for the magically oppressed. You ARE going, non? After all, we were both invited!
And I am enthusiastically waiting, mon amour! We are going to be meeting the Tooth Fairy, Dracula, Pere Nöel—we might even meet the Slender Man! I hear Alfred is going to introduce Toby or Roni—whatever his name is—to the others, as well. I expect this to be quite interesting! However, if you don't wish to attend, I'll be sure to send a postcard and maybe some sweets and the main entrees; I know you can't cook very well. I'll also gladly take your spot as "Dictator of Magical Beings." It would be my pleasure! I have wished for some change in life for quite a while…
Ah, how time flies when you're revising your letter again and again; time is a fickle thing, non? Moi, I'm sure you agree! And by the way, Romano is requesting assistance on his own blog. Something or another about capturing his elusive grandfather for mysterious reasons he has yet to reveal to us countries who are obviously not as important as him, the piquer. We can only pray that he won't be there at the Conference, as well.
Adieu, Mon Amour!
Francis
PS: Maybe you should bring your "Fluffy," too, hon hon hon.