Dear Elle,
14th Nov 2002
I am writing
to you as I have a problem which is ruining my life. I have been consumed by an
overwhelming love for the Cambridge Fudge Man who sells fudge on King’s Parade. Every
day I try to catch his eye by assuming the role of an enraptured and unsuspecting tourist,
constantly taking photos of King’s College. And yet he ignores me still. I have yet
to try his morsels of delight, am in a heightening state of emotional agony, and am unable
to go outside as his shop stands prominent on the skyline. Please share some tips as to
how I can draw his eyes away from his fudge and onto me.
Love
Dear
Hannah,
I have
not met the Cambridge Fudge Man, but I do like fudge. I like Cadbury’s fudge bars
most of all. Sometimes my daddy takes me walking on the moors near my house, and we find a
Cadbury’s fudge bar that the Fudge Bunny has left in the bracken. Sometimes, though,
when my daddy isn’t there, the Fudge Bunny doesn’t leave any fudge. I think
maybe he forgets sometimes, or is too busy watching
Bear in the Big Blue House. I like Bear
in the Big Blue House.
When I grow up I am
going to be a bear and am going to live in a big blue house. Once I tried to colour the
walls of my house blue with a blue crayon, but my mummy told me off and took the crayon
away.
Maybe you
should get some nice Cadbury’s fudge from the Fudge Bunny instead of being in love
with the Cambridge Fudge Man. I think it is nice that you take lots of photos. You could
stick all the photos in a scrap book like my mummy does with all the pictures I draw. Last
week I drew a picture of Trouble, my cat. He had a green head and seven arms in my
picture, because I like drawing.
Thank you very much for writing to me. I will make you a Christmas card.
Love Elle xxx