Dear Pearl,

Oh I loved the story about the evening at the Shubert, Pearl. I feel I understand you a bit better for hearing the tale of Johnny Moth. A creature despised by all but you. Your dear soft heart alone seeing his humanity, his hunger. You alone pitying him. . . Perhaps it was at that performance, in the spray of Furrier I. J.'s spit, that your destiny was set. Thereafter you would devote your life to seeking out and protecting the underdog. You are so good at that. Perhaps you could help me refurbish the reputation of a certain underdog near to my own heart - the much maligned Grasshopper of Aesop's fable. Pearl, how did the poor Grasshopper became an object of contempt? Why was he rudely never given credit for being a talented musician dedicated to his craft even though he was homeless and broke? And how did the boring, judgmental, and punitive little ants became the heroes of the story? Why, it's all wrong in my book! Shall we, Brave Pearl, take on Aesop? Fabulous fabulists shall we be?

I Remain Your Devoted Miss Blue