Dear Mr. Attenborough,

You are a nickel away from a century in this joint and nobody would ding you for shooting bottle episodes at this point.

Yet, here you are following the paths of your cameramen’s derring-dos, living a life with no points to lose.

Sincerely,

Fond Fawn

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Dear Winky Deer,

Well, I must quick-step behind their shoes because if I took a britska, surely this old man would snooze.

And, aging takes more than it gives as I am sure you know, doe, so to preclude it turning heinous, go, go, go.

Regards,

Nictitating Naturalist ; )