I am reclining at an inﬅitution of youthful learning, waiting to retrieve my heir from his extracurricular exertions, when I determine to entertain myself with the frolicking frippery of delightfully paﬆel uniprong ponies.
Revealing my tranſportable computing mechaniſm I languidly key in the location of this æther repoſitory, and inﬆruct the machine to do my bidding.
Arriving with ſome haﬅe, dᵫ to the local æther artery being of the third era, my mechaniſm tranſlated the æther doſſier into a format which I was able to comprehend.
Unable to contain my enthuſiaſm for the anticipated prancing, I haﬅily incremented the doſſier tally, and pauſed as the machine performed its duty.
The tally increaſed, but my deſire was leﬅ wanting.
Unſatiſﬁed, I made another attempt, this time on a doſſier which I was certain deſerved the attention of other ætherheads.
Dear ſirs, I would tell you something of the diſappƣntment I suﬀered, were it not for the expectation that my ſoul, nay, my very being might forfeit were I to relive the account.
This alone muﬆ ſuﬃce: The delightfully paﬆel uniprong ponies were not preſent and ambulating as expected.
I do comprehend the limited reſources with which you are permitted to perform your duties, however this particular tranſportable computing mechaniſm is not uncommon, indeed is has captured a ſigniﬁcant public intereﬅ, and there are many, like myſelf, who conceal one on our perſons both day and night.
I beg you conſider my plea, and rectify this traveﬅy forthwith.