On the third day of Christmas, my true love sent to me three French hens…
Dearest Jonathan, 12-28
Thank you for your most recent gift of three French hens. At first I was hopeful for the poor partridge—his loneliness is made more acute by the presence of these shameless turtledoves—but none of the three hens will have anything to do with him, since he isn’t of their race. I’ve taken him in with me.