Dear Mr. Nice Guy,

Dear Mr. Nice Guy,

I would really appreciate it if some day you would come be nice to me. If you did I would serve you a grapefruit the size of a watermelon and a watermelon the size of a grapefruit.

Miss Cranberry told me that she was going to be nice. I believed her. No one had ever told me an untruth or done something nice for me before. But all she did was give me a small packet of peanuts that made me sneeze and a kick in the pants.

“Why didn’t you do something nice?” I asked her. I was trying not to cry.

“I’m not Mr. Nice guy, you know,” was what she told me. And then I really did cry because I didn’t know you were a real person. But now I do so can you do something nice for me? Please?



(Random bit, written by me, found on an old piece of stationary in one of Mom’s old stationary tablets. I have no memory of ever writing this, but here it is)


3 responses to “Dear Mr. Nice Guy,

  1. hi Emily…i’m Esther from fleur cottage & because you have a non-reply email i’m responding to your lovely comment. no, i’ve never heard of that book but sure would love to! & thanks for the compliment on our home! btw, did you know you can change that non-reply comment by changing the settings? be blessed! 🙂


  2. Haha that’s so funny! How old were you when you wrote that?


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