Dear Fred,
If it's all right, Mr. Fred, I'd like you to pass on a message to Mr. Resetti for me. I'll write it down here if that's ok. I'm Coco, by the way.
I saw that Mr. Resetti dropped his book as he was tunneling, apparently. There was a lone book in Acre B-3 and it was you, Fred. I'm sure he didn't mean to drop you. He seems to be taking good care of you besides this iron grip on your edges.
Well, I'm secretly really into literature and...and...I thought Mr. Resetti was writing a story! So I picked it up and began reading through it, even though I know I shouldn't have...and I'm sorry I did. I didn't know it was Mr. Resetti's private book and I'm very, very, VERY sorry. Please ask him to forgive me. I don't mean to make him angry and I thought...I thought I should confess. I'm very, very, very, very, VERY sorry.
However, I wasn't...very happy about his comment about my appearance. On the inside, I'm just as normal as any other rabbit. I was named Coco because I look like a coconut. I was born with this face, and I believe it's the one I'm meant to have, and it's not nice to make fun of people like that. Please let him know that my feelings are a little bit hurt not only by him...but by everyone else who thinks or says that. I don't mean to scare people. I just want to be friends.
I'm sorry for going on like this...it's just something I wanted off of my chest.
And one more thing...
I have a friend that's a cow. They aren't real cow skulls and the rugs are faux. Please don't insult them either. It's not nice.
Now...um...goodbye.