Fiasol is fantastic

“I got a letter!” said Fíasól happily, taking a closer look. “It says:

To the amazing and fantastic Fíasól at 8 Green Grove, Grasby.

Thank you for being you! Coolest, coolest, coolest of them all!”

 “You’ve got to be joking!” said Pippa. “What halfwit sends something like that?”

 Fíasól looked at her sister in indignation.

 “Halfwit? A letter like this is definitely not written by a halfwit.”

 Fíasól opened the envelope and drew out a long letter and a number of drawings.

 “Well, blow me,” she said in surprise. “This must be from a famous artist.”

“Read us the letter,” Pippa said impatiently.

 Fíasól read:

“Dear Fíasól, I’ve been meaning to write you many letters to tell you what fun you are and so clever. Here are some pictures of you that I drew. I hope you like them. I’m very good at drawing, just like you. Best of all I like playing with you and I’m so glad to be able to be with you every day. I am always going to wake up with you in the morning and go to sleep with you in the evening and take good care of you all my life.

 I shall also look after you when others are horrible to you, and I’ll take your side. I’ll tell Pippa off if she winds you up and I’ll help you to tidy up the frightful dump when your mum says you have to. I’ll always be your best friend.

 Your oldest and best and funniest and coolest of all the friends in the whole wide world, Fíasól who is the coolest.”

 Pippa stared at her sister in indignation.

 “Did you write a letter to yourself?”

 “Yeah, and so what? Does it matter who writes you a letter? Getting a letter now and then is the main thing, isn’t it? And they have to be fun letters, that you can be bothered to read.”