Dispatch To Ye Olde Towne Crier!

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: Towne Crier,

: I have just now received your dispatches (which I assume you sent via courier rather than cried through our streets due to hoarseness). 
: I thank you for the dispatch on behalf of Sir Michael Mann. We will send a runner bearing said dispatch during the next moon.

: Meanwhile ... thank you for the compliments. Perhaps one day .....

: As to these Mohicanland Trade Regulatory Laws; I, for one, don't mind the requirement to engage in Cooperism commerce, read the Courier, visit Mohicanland's Marketplace, or to second your request for a gold braided uniform for your Crier duties. However, this clause you whispered about purchasing His Majesty's Colors ... Bio-degradable or no, I refuse to carry, fly, or wave enthusiastically the flag of King George! That snooty, up-turned nosed, mad monarch has attempted to sabotage my trade business with his TAXES! Nay! I'll burn his flag and bootleg his tea before I fly it. In fact, I have plans to hold a tea party .... in Boston!

: And, Towne Crier, please explain to the English Trader that she is co-presidentress of CCCC. Clever Cunning Cooper Clan.

: Regards & wishes that you get back to your post.

: E Lane 


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