I Received a Visit From My Nephew Today
- heavy in his breast pocket
- Yours sincerely, Gordon K.
- tracks leading off into the blinding snow
- an industry catering to “needs”
- like pumpernickel bread
- with a lip-smacking sigh
- a band of earnest, friendly gnomes
I received a visit from my nephew today, a band of earnest, friendly gnomes heavy in his breast pocket. He wished to discuss a business loan, which is the reason for this letter. He would tell me little of his scheme, except that it is an industry catering to “needs.” He spoke these words with a lip-smacking sigh, his close-cropped dark hair, like pumpernickel bread, betraying the tingle in his scalp.
Eventually I had to send him away. I can still see his tracks leading off into the blinding snow.
I would greatly appreciate if you could spare a moment to apply your prodigious knowledge of gnomes, and their needs, to the question of my nephew’s scheme’s viability.
Yours sincerely, Gordon K.
There’s remarkable little competition in the gnome needs industry. His scheme may be viable.