Holding an ice-pack to his battered face, the Friar wrote:

Dear Mr Justice,

I hear what you are saying.

I have many aches at present and one of them is that I ache for the change you promise me. I am hoping that it comes most rapidly.

The Abbot? Well, I think the Abbot has had a person thing against me ever since I found him drunk and naked in the Monastery vegetable garden, a position made all the more delicate by the presence of Mildred, one of the Monastery's goats.

Anyway, to business. I contacted Western Union today and I have the following details for you:

Transaction Number: 6700045219
Question: Fools location.
Answer: Mirror.

Please let me know how long until the money is transferred into my account.

Yours in Christ,

Friar August Tuck

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The high hills are a refuge for the wild goats; and the rocks for the conies.

- Psalms 104:18

He lay down and slept.