A Partridge in a Pear Tree


Emailed to me by a friend (Thanks, Peggy).


Dearest John: 

I went to the door today and the postman delivered a partridge in a 
pear tree. What a delightful gift. I couldn't have been more surprised. 

With dearest love and affection, Agnes 

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December 15th 

Dearest John: 

Today the postman brought your very sweet gift. Just imagine, 
two turtle doves. I'm just delighted at your very thoughtful gift. 
They are just adorable. 

All my love, Agnes 

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December 16th 

Dear John: 

Oh, aren't you the extravagant one! Now I must protest. I don't 
deserve such generosity. Three french hens. They are just darling 
but I must insist. You're just too kind. 

Love Agnes 

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December 17th 

Today the postman delivered four calling birds. Now really! They are 
beautiful, but don't you think enough is enough? You're being too 
romantic. 

Affectionately, Agnes 

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December 18th 

Dearest John: 

What a surprise! Today the postman delivered five golden rings. 
One for each finger. You're just impossible, but I love it. 
Frankly, John, all those squawking birds were beginning to get on 
my nerves. 

All my love, Agnes 

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December 19th 

Dear John: 

When I opened the door there were actually six geese-a-laying on my 
front steps. So you're back to the birds again, huh? Those geese are 
huge. Where will I ever keep them? The neighbors are complaining and 
I can't sleep through the racket. PLEASE STOP! 

Cordially, Agnes 

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December 20th 

John: 

What's with you and those birds???? Seven swans-a-swimming. What kind 
of joke is this? There's bird do-do all over the house and they never 
stop the racket. I'm a nervous wreck and I can't sleep all night. 
IT'S NOT FUNNY. So stop with those birds. 

Sincerely, Agnes 

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December 21st 

OK Buster: 

I think I prefer the birds. What am I going to do with eight 
maids-a-milking? It's not enough with all those birds and eight 
maids-a-milking, but they had to bring their own cows. There is 
poop all over the lawn and I can't move into my own house. Just 
lay off me.

Ag 

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December 22nd 

Hey: 

What are you? Some kind of sadist? Now there's nine pipers playing. 
And do they play! They never stopped chasing those maids since they 
got here yesterday morning. The cows are upset and are stepping all 
over those screeching birds. No wonder they screech. What am I going 
to do? The neighbors have started a petition to evict me. You'll get 
yours. 

From Ag 

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December 23rd 

You Creep!

Now there's ten ladies dancing - I don't know why I call them ladies. 
Now the cows can't sleep and they've got diarrhea. My living room is 
a river of poop. The commissioner of buildings has subpoenaed me to 
give cause why the building shouldn't be condemned. I'm sicking the 
police on you. 

One who means it, Ag 

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December 24th 

Listen Idiot: 

What's with the eleven lords a-leaping? All 234 of the birds are dead. 
I hope you're satisfied, you rotten swine. 

Your sworn enemy, Miss Agnes McCallister 

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December 25th (From the law offices Taeker, Spedar, and Baegar) 

Dear Sir: 

This is to acknowledge your latest gift of twelve fiddlers fiddling, 
which you have seen fit to inflict on our client, Miss Agnes McCallister. 
The destruction, of course, was total. All correspondence should come to 
our attention. If you should attempt to reach Miss McCallister at Happy 
Dale Sanitarium, the attendants have instructions to shoot you on sight. 
With this letter, please find attached a warrant for your arrest. 

-Merry Christmas 


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