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“Oh, well, I wont learn anything unless I ask ” said the Bishop and started to type:


Sir,

We are all truly shattered by the news of the Abbot's equally shattering death. The Mother Superior from the nearby convent has taken it worse than most for some reason.

As to what exactly happened, we are not too sure. All I can tell you is that when I saw him lying there on his bed it looked as if a great weight had been lifted off him.

I can understand you doubting my story. I am sure that it came as a terrible shock to you, and it is natural under such situations to enter into a state of denial. That is why I sent the newspaper article. Did you get it? I am not aware of the Abbot having any illness and his death was as a surprise to us as, from the expression on his face, it was to him.

You talk of a trip to London and I must confess to being somewhat puzzled by it. Are the Mobutu Sese Seko family Christian philanthropists? I thought Morocco was a Islamic society. Would I need to go to Morocco from London? If so when?

You ask for my first and second international photograph. What are these?

I await your further information.

Yours ecclesiastically,

Taekes Pawnchek,
Bishop of Chesbord.

There was a knock at the door.

“Come!”

A small urchin from the orphanage passed him a note, “From the fax, your grace” he said, his head bowed in deference to the Bishop.

“Well, well, well!” said the Bishop, reading the note, “the wayward Friar Tuck is returning!”


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