I'm hammering it out by hand on a 1950's typewriter while wearing an alpaca hat with ear flaps, I hand the unbleached recycled parchment to a well dressed gent

I'm hammering it out by hand on a 1950's typewriter while wearing an alpaca hat with ear flaps, I hand the unbleached recycled parchment to a well dressed gent who rides like the wind stopping only to sup ale and change horses who crosses the channel then joins a train of merchants heading east, on successfully crossing these dangerous lands the parchment finally lands in India where it is transcribed by and posted on my behalf, because.