For the benefit of Mr. Moore

Dear George,

It looks like it is snowing, but I'm not convinced.
You might even say, it is snowing, and I don't believe that it's snowing. But, then, you always were easily conviewsed. And that's you, not me. Maybe: it's snowing, but I don't think it's really snowing. There are ants and ants, after all. Here are the former.

Do you like my red herrings? As you can see, they are of mackerel dyed green.

he must be mad