Dear Steven,
I bought some milk this morning. I wanted to have cornflakes. I got one of those cartons. You know the ones? It’s a box of milk. But it’s not square. It’s rectangular. And you know how I feel about rectangles. They make me feel really uneasy. With their one side being longer than the other. Idiots. So, I had to walk back to the shop and buy another carton. You know how I feel about buses, too. I put that carton next to the first. But it still wasn’t square. So, I walked back and got a third. Now it was square, but like a flat square, not a cube! I walked back again. It was starting to get dark. The shop I like is two hours away. I bought three more cartons. But that didn’t work. It was a flat square on one side and a two thirds square on the other. I walked back to the shop. The sun was coming up again. It was nearly breakfast time. I had nine cartons now, and I made a perfect cube. I taped it up tight with duct tape, just in case. You never know. Then I realized I’d ruin the cube if I had any milk, so I had toast. It was good toast. And that was today.
Your friend,
Kevin