Day One: The Journey Begins
From: Dandelion Snailrider To: Mr. A-- Subject: Following the Haggis Date: December 10, 2002 Dear Mr. A--, I do hope that this missive finds you in good health. I know that this must come as a surprise to you, since most people assume that gnomes like myself do not like using computers. But I say it is time to enter the 20th century! Messenger owls and pigeons are fine for their own purposes, but e-mail communication such as this is better for speed and swiftness of conversation. Don't you think so? At any rate, I am writing to let you know of my plans to come and visit you, and possibly stay. If I may be permitted a slight expletive, Southern Patagonia has no darn haggis! What an amazingly primitive place! Certainly an intolerable situation, as I am sure you will agree. Again, I say, "time to enter the twentieth century!" Or, at least, the thirteenth. But in this age of instant communication, I'm sure you appreciate that information spreads quickly and accurately throughout the world. I have been informed by certain of my colleagues that you have awaiting in your home a haggis of surprising vintage, not to mention a lawn of subtle pleasures. And so I am on my way on my trusty steed, and I hope that there is still some haggis left for me when I arrive. I have attached a picture of myself on my steed, just as I'm setting out from my home in Southern Patagonia. Most sincerely yours, Dandelion Snailrider P. S. Snails are a very reliable mode of transporation; but they are, shall we say, somewhat leisurely of pace. I had hoped to be at your home tomorrow, but it now seems that my arrival will be delayed until Christmas Eve. -DS