The Offering

I have recieved a most parsupplimous communication from a source unknown. Upon my journey I was approached by a large and loping man of indistinct color.

"Heave not!" said he and held before me an offering. "You must see."

I was at first given over to repellance and coughing by his appearance. But at length I could glean no ill-intent within his loping gait. I took what he offered and siezed upon it with my mind. It was an envelope! I looked again to my large and loping friend and found him retreating whence he came at a handsome gallop.

I present to you now, in its entirity, with no redaction, nor edited letter, nor tearing away of any meaning seen, this most troubling communication.

"...Ihaveseenit..."

And thus was it signed: "...The Sha-Una..."

A most dark, and fearsome nature oozes from the contained ellipses, so carelessly and needlessly placed they are! And what am I to make of the pitiless murder of spacing and rhythm. Lastly, what evil lurks in those words that are both one, and many. I must confess to some distress.

There also, emplaced within the enveloping paper, did this representation lay:

Hideous.

Certainly, there is here borne some Nuzzardous trait within. And yet it is no Nuzzard living depicted. I shall keep these things in mind, verily.

Gnashville draws near. I must collect my wits and number them carefully.