I opened the envelope. It was heavy, slightly yellow with a course grain to the paper. I pulled out the letter which was folded into three. I unfolded it and it cracked in a satisfying manner. I was hoping I was finally going to be recognised by the Royal Society. It would be much more of an honour than being recognised by the local police.
It was from a Royal Society. Unfortunately the wrong one. It was from the Royal Society for the Protection of Unnatural Hybrid Animals Abandoned in the Wrong Timeframe. The RSPUHAAWT had to be the most specific charity organisation ever. I suspect they didn't have a huge case load.
In the corner of the paper was an embossed gold crown with the words "By appointment to His Majesty". The black writing was raised slightly above the paper and I could almost read the words with my fingertips. Expensive and classy.
Dear Dr Tunguska,
We understand you are the creator of an Arboreal Cephalopod, a Squiddrel in fact, and due to your carelessness have left it causing a bit of a disturbance in 1980.
The citizens of 1980 would like this creature removed as it is ruining their enjoyment of the great music of their era. It loves to dance, hogs the space on the disco floor and has eaten at least three DJs.
Please resolve this matter urgently or we shall be forced to take action.
The letter was lightly scented. I phoned Indigo Roth.
"Hello. Roth residence. Please leave a message after the beep." The answer machine then said "bleep."
"Roth, if you want to go for a pizza you don't have to go to this much effort. A phone call will do."
"The letter from RSPUHAAWT. I know it was you."
"It smelled slightly of pepperoni."
The Squiddrel first appeared in Indigo Roth's The Silence of the Ducks