Letter from a pump organ (Aunt Estey) to it's owner (Niece Joanne)

To: Niece Joanne
From: Aunt Estey at the Sand Springs Hospital

Dear Niece Joanne,

I know you have called and talked to Dr. Money since I have been in the hospital. Thank you as I appreciate your calls. This is the first time I have felt half way up to writing you. When I left your two car garage apartment with Doctor Money and his nurse, they closed those doors on the emergency transport and I thought for sure I was doomed.

When we arrived at his Sand Springs Hospital, he put me straight into the operating room. I want you to know I flat fell apart into hundreds of pieces. I was really worried.

He operated for hours and now I have new lungs, they feel so good. I sounded like I had emphysema before he got all my voices going. You know, niece, being the ventriloquist that I am, I have many voices. I think doc calls them reeds.

I was so embarrassed the last time I saw you, I had no makeup on. Well, next he started putting color in my cheeks and everywhere else. I haven't needed much pancake makeup since the old gal that I am has pretty well held her shape at the age of 100+. Well, that will all change because when I come back I will have new makeup and new clothes on.

When you step on my red shoes, doc calls them pedals; I will let out beautiful sounds from my new lungs and voices. I am coming to live with you again soon so get prepared.

Sorry I can't make it for Christmas but I will try very hard to be there the week after. I must go now so doc can measure me for new clothes.

Truly Yours,
Aunt Estey