I had such lovely adventures last Christmas holidays. The jolly old Crickct Association chased me all the way up the Manawatu, but couldn't catch me. One night while I was sleeping in a place called "Soft Drinks," I felt a hand on my foot. Square dinkum, I thought the Association had got me. I lashed out with my foot and aw, crimes, what do you think? A jolly old cat went flying out of the jolly window.

Can I come into the Ring, please? With love from—