Humorous Letter Exchange: A Sibling's Tale of Miscommunication

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A man is perched on a wooden utility pole, smiling as he works with wires connected to the pole. He is wearing a brown cap, dark blue jacket, brown pants, and boots. The man is using a telephone or communication device attached to the pole. The background reveals a rural landscape with a dirt road leading into the distance, flanked by simple houses and barren fields. Hills are visible under an overcast sky, suggesting a cool and calm day. The image has a vintage, slightly faded appearance.

Dear Brother,

I think last Saturday’s wind was working for the Ministry of Communications. I could barely hear a word you said between the static and the screeching—though I did catch something about mother’s pickled radish recipe. (Or was it her pickled radish revenge? Hard to tell.)

Either way, let’s switch lines next week. The one near the grain silo should be quieter—fewer loose cables and no nesting crows. Same time, same climb.

I hope your boots have better grip than mine. I nearly became a state-sanctioned meteor last week.

Write back if you get this. But keep it vague. The postman’s eyes are sharper than the crows’.

Your brother in balance,
Sung-ho