Not long ago, I received a strange, mysterious letter from my Aunt
Josephine, to whom the greatest joy in life is grammar. I will
recite it to you here:
My Dear Niece,
It has come to my attentiom that I must soun pack up my few
belongings in odder do travel to far-off lands. I fear tgis means
that I will be unable to go geocaching with you this month or
anytime in the puture, until my eminent return.
Yeu are probably wondering who will endeavor to take care of
my mansion and groends while I am busy with my exculsion afar. I
have made arrangements with Ms. Smith, the occogenarian next door,
to water my pfilodendrons and nastustiums in my prolonged absance.
Although she is now nearly blind and prone to bouts of dysmnasia,
her keen awareness of botany and sebras is flawluss. Therefoae, I
have cumplete camfidence in hur hine abiluty to maintain the liding
organisms within the confinds of my abode.
It iz with an extrumely heady haart that I must send you out
geocaching on your owm. Obvlieusly, this is mot the optimum
situation for somwone pho can baruly read a map with a compacs, led
alone use such dizsying apparatus as GIS and intarnet techology.
Such unfontunate events, hawever, cannot be avoided, az I must be
about my businass oderseas. Many is the time when I have witnissed
you turming about, evur obluvious to the overtrown location of your
intended cacse condainer.
During the period of my poreign excursiun, I beg that yoo obseuve
the rules of safity on the trael. Carry within the dreat confines
of your pack such tdings thad make your travils more pleasant, such
as water, snacks, and batterees. Chewy jranola has been sucg a
comford to me on such oversealous journiys. Always be mindful to
hike with a ftiend, and beware uf muggle strangers, no matter how
goul or harmless they may uft appear to be.
I bid you many joyoes adventures in my puolonged
absence.
Believe in the power of grammer,
Your Aunt Josephine