Dear Mistress Brown;

I am writing on behalf of the entire farm. We’ve been effected too by the untimely death of Master Brown. The entire affair frightened us; the loud sirens, helicopters, police cars, television crews, angry in-laws and lawyers, and the long line of silent vehicles and humans in black.

We appreciate that you came out and cried with us while Master Brown was cut down from the rafters. But your neglectful sadness turned deadly. Troughs and feed bags sat empty. Stall’s and coops became unlivable. Eggs spoiled, hooves went unshaven and udders soured.

When Mrs. Rabbit started eating her young, we formed a committee. The last straw was Mrs. Ewe’s breech birth, both mother and baby died.

Due to all these drastic changes in our lives, we’ve all joined a co-op circus. You should come see us, you will find a free pass enclosed. Master Brown would be proud of his rare Rumpless Araucana chickens, they are world-famous now, it has something to do with an abacus.

Best Regards; Sir Rooster Red.