A Most Insulting Letter

Something deeply insulting has occurred.

Yesterday I received a letter from Giggle Sprout. I was expecting the usual: botanical wisdom, cheerful encouragement, perhaps a mildly philosophical observation about clouds.

Instead, Giggle Sprout chose to bring up The Incident.

Apparently my inability to contain a perfectly ordinary giggle bubble has now become a topic of public amusement.

For the record, giggle bubbles are extremely unpredictable. They appear without warning and expand rapidly. Any creature with a healthy sense of joy could experience the same thing.

Yet Giggle Sprout’s letter contained several highly questionable phrases, including:

“Dear Skipper-Bloo, I hope your giggle bubbles are behaving themselves today.”

This is clearly sarcasm.

There was also an illustration of what I believe was meant to be me, floating helplessly inside a large bubble while several Brussels sprouts looked on.

I will not comment on the accuracy of this drawing.

Naturally I am handling this insult with dignity and maturity.

I have placed Giggle Sprout’s letter in my Important Correspondence Pile, where I will glare at it occasionally.

Friendship, I am learning, can be extremely challenging.

With friends like this, one must remain very vigilant.

Note to self:

• Exchanges with Brussels sprouts must be documented.

• One should attempt to keep one’s giggle bubble properly contained during social interactions.