I feel bad about your gift Director. I've made another for you. I hope you like it. It doesn't seem to bite, or talk, or do anything strange. So far.
I'm sorry it's late.
I thought you could relax on deck and gaze at the stars while musing about the opera.
I just wish the spy glass were better for bashing careless bicyclists. I don't think this is much good for bashing even tardy singers.
Love, Ducky
