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Dear Father and Mother,
Over the past few years, you have encouraged me to find a wife. Beautiful women in expensive gowns were paraded passed me in ball after ball. I know, I’ve fustrated you for never choosing one. How could I after I lost my heart to a fair maiden I met years ago?
I was on my way to Cousin John’s when I came upon a clearing. She was sitting on a log, reading a book. It was Much Ado About Nothing by Shakespheare. Her jet black hair fell over her shoulders. Her porcelain skin shone in the sun as her ruby red lips moved along with her reading. I had to stop. A large white rabbit sat on her lap as a black as night raven sat on her shoulder. When I stepped into the clearing, a lovely pink tinted her cheeks as her sky blue eyes widening. I was in love.
Since that day, she has featured in my thoughts, and dreams when I was sleeping. A week ago, a tapping on my window woke me from my dreams. Her raven sat on my windowsill, squawking at me. I tried to push it away to close the window, but it flew into my room. It circled me until I grabbed a pack and followed it. The raven led me for four days. We traveled through forests and meadows. I climbed mountains and transverse valleys. Finally, we reached a clearing in the forest.
There was the love of my life, laid in a glass box. Seven little men stared down at her with tears in their eyes. The white rabbit perched on her chest, swiveling its gaze from her to me. The sharp break of the raven poked me in the back. I crept up to the glass coffin. Her ruby red lips pulled at my heart. As I kissed her cold lips, her lovely eyes fluttered open. Cheers, chirps and animal cries erupted in the clearing.
Her name is Annabelle and we were married today. You will get to meet her soon.