I am writing to thank you for my fabulous pressie.
I know you gave it to My Typist but [just between you and me], I don't think she truly appreciates how much effort you must have put into getting her an orange wind-up hopping reindeer named Bambi.
To think she might have come home from the party with some boring thing like a sombrero, minty foot scrubber, chocolates or DVD. How lucky was she!
Anyway, The Typist
has no idea what she could possibly do with this stoopid thing has insisted I have Bambi. I am beside myself with joy at her generosity! and I just want you to know I am going to take good care of him.
"Touch my bone and you die."
As you can see, Bambi and I are already good friends.