Dearest Cousin,
It pains me inform you that I will not be able to make it for our scheduled rendezvous for the school wheel barrow race. I took afoul of one of the moving staircases and the nurse says knees aren't supposed to bend that way. While it has been great inspiration for future knee-reversal hexes, I'm afraid it's impeding my ability to traverse further staircases to join you.
Sorry I can't make it. You know I'll always be the wheel to your barrow.
Love,
Your cousin and confidant,
Raafe
PS. Please win in my honour and come tell me about it, it's boring up here.