28 April 1983
Hello handsome Mr. Johnson and all the clever children who wrote me such lovely letters. I am afraid I’m not allowed to answer your questions about Henry Sugar.
There is an old woman in our village with a beard. It’s quite long and black. I asked her why she didn’t shave it off. She said, “If I did, nobody would notice me.”
There is a farmer near here who breeds white mice. He fries them in butter for his supper. “They’re very tasty,” he says.
With lots of love from,