Dearest Peerie Ossa,
Phew! Your second email arrived just in time. I was struggling to get the little blighters into the mixer in order to effect the desirable interface between concrete and chickens when a chance perusal of the computer revealed the folly of my task.
A near disaster was closely avoided - I shudder to think what kind of screaming screeding could have ensued, to say nothing of the possible collapse of the of future scrambled/screeded egg production.
Ah well, turned out all white, er right, in the end. A salutary lesson. A chicken is not just for Christmas, or concrete for that matter.
Yours as ever,