VIII. 
    
         I wasn't distraught
           nor upset
           nor depressed.
         I was rather surprised
         "What? You have him? How'd that happen?
           Uh huh. 
           Uh huh.
           Uh huh.  
           All right.
           Wow.
          No. He wont get into a box.
             Trust me. Did he talk to you yet?
         I know he's just a doll. But did he talk to you yet?
         Well, he wont get into a package. He just wont.
             Let me send him a note. A little letter/poem.
           Yeah. He likes poetry. 
           Yeah. 
           Uh huh.
           Uh huh.
           Uh huh.
           All right.
           Bye. Thanks again."
           So I wrote him a letter.