“Aunt Violet, I know you love dearly all our friends, but they are too many to dedicate a personalized greeting card to each of them…”

“I’m afraid you are right, my dear nephew Frimpong, but let me try…Maybe I won’t be able to post a card for each of them, nevertheless I trust the others will forgive me and will understand that they are not necessarily neglected.”

“Aunt Violet, I know you too well to dare to insist against your decisions. It’s all right; I’ll try to help you in this project then.”

“By the way, Frimpong dear, what do you think? Would it be a good idea to invite all our friends for a dinner party here at our home in Bearshire?”

“Gulp, gasp…Aunt Violet! But they are hundreds! Then I’m not sure all of them might find their way to Bearshire…”

“Nonsense, everybody knows where Bershire is. Then I’ll not cook a very complicated formal dinner, just six or seven of my famous recipes…”

“Aunt Violet, you are, you are….”

“Your aunt, Frimpong dear, your aunt”

“Do you think our dear Marjan remembers the time I spent with her in the Netherlands? “

“Don’t be silly, Frimpong, you know very well that every lady who has met you cannot forgive you….”