A Milky Missive from our Manufactory of Mandates leaves us Mystified as to the Murky Motives of this Mischievous Mailer!

My! We found ourselves Momentarily Mollified by these Magnificent Mouthfuls. Marvelous!


Misaddressed? Nay! Mea culpa, the Mail was Manifestly Meant to Make its way to My Merry Mates. Most odd, the Mailer Made up their Mind to keep Mum on their identity and Mask themselves behind anonymity.

Monkeyed with, our Mission of discovery was Mooted – not even a Mere Majuscule on their Materials, save for the postmark of our fair capital. No Malice in their intent, thus it Matters not. These shall Make a Mean Mocha come Morning.