Georgie gets some mail...
So this morning, Great Grandma Gee Gee and I were sitting around, enjoying a nice cup of Morning Nectar together when she suddenly jumped up and buzzed, “Oh For Crying in a Bucket, where is my head? I almost forgot.”
Then she reached into her pocket and handed me a letter and said, “This came for you in the mail on Saturday. I guess I’ve been such a fidgety-widget that I totally forgot to give it to you sooner.”
I opened the letter and started to read what it said.
“Is it important, dear?” Gee Gee asked me as I read along.
“No,” I told her. “It’s just from the Snark Brothers. They say they’re gonna sue me for Breach of Contract and ‘take me fer everythings I gots’. And look, they stuck in a piece of somebody’s wing in there for some reason.”
“Oh dear,” Gee Gee said, looking the piece of wing.
“Then they go on to say, ‘Don’t bee givin us a hard time on dis matter. Consider da enclosed memento a warning, bee.’”
Geeeeeeeeeze. The Snark Brothers are gonna start mailing me pieces of other bee’s wings if I don’t cooperate?
“I think perhaps you should consider hiring some legal representation, dear,” Gee Gee said. “I’d call my team, but they’re very buzzy right now dealing with the Franchise Deals for my Royal Honeychew Krsip Cookies. My goodness, I would never have thought they’d bee so popular.”
So I’m gonna do that: I’m gonna hire S.O.Bee to help protect me against the Snarks. My appointment is scheduled for 18 minutes from now, so I need to get ready to go. I was told by S.O.Bee’s new Confidential Secretary, Violet LeBlanc, that I should bring half of whatever I have to cover S.O.Bee’s retainer.
So I’m gonna go do that.
I hope everybody has a ridiculously sublime day!
I’ll see ya’ later!