Paint the Town Hall Clock, my famed unicorns!
I am in rude health today, though I am being beswept windward by a solid due of chosper around my coldstream. Pleased as I may be to give you this wordage on the subject, but it is so.
The laughing tailor has admitted his mistake and, bless his delightful little shoes, has come up trumps with some wooden resplendiments for by jacket of pure corduroy! I have requested his kind attendance tomorrow to carry out the task and, at the same time, attend to another matter of some delicacy, the details of which I care not to divulge at this stage.
Kind refraine,
Hektor.
