Ella Minnow Pea: A Novel in Letters

by Mark Dunn

The edict is to take effect at the moment of midnight cusp on August 7/8. In the days remaining we are permitted to zip, zap and zoop to our blessed hearts’ content.

My point stands on principle: to choose to use the letter if I so wish it, or to choose not to; such is my right—a right now to be eradicated by stroke of High Council pen. And with that, I cloze.

Just as unfortunate, though, would be the loss of our daily rag—our solitary news source (now that radio news broadcasts have been suspended).

I am so sorry to hear from Ella of my sister’s recent misfortune. The odds were that it would happen sooner or later. She must try doubly hard to be more careful in what she says to those students of hers. Little rabbits have big ears.

I believe there was an element of cruelty in what you did, the source of which I now seek your assistance in dowsing. My mother has done nothing to harm any member of your family, and has been especially attentive and helpful to your son Timmy who is a restless student and a slow learner.

She said Timmy is disruptive AND dumb

(Until last week these were weekly gatherings, but too many among our membership wished to be released to attend the newly established Village Women’s Humming Chorus.)

I love you, Mother. (Please Heavenly Nollop, spare “V” till the last, so that I may continue to profess my affection for my precious mamah!)

“You’ve given me the scientific reason for why the tiles are falling, Mr. Warren. But might not Nollop be working through the science?

Jesus Christ