WE JUST GOT THIS LETTER:
Mr Gérard POUDEVIGNE 3 JUIN 2012
3, rue Germaine Mercier
69006 Jerkov
Being by nature curious and creative, so my neighbors tell me, today I allow myself to submit my latest invention that will, I’m quite sure, revolutionize our noble art of Fly Fishing and I count on your legendary generosity for monetary assistance.
I have to start by telling you that a few years ago (how quickly time passes) I had both of my arms torn off as I was cutting tulips for my wife. I won’t linger on the subject I am, in fact, incapable of recounting it considering that the bitch left me 3 weeks later.
It was this bit of unfortunate bad luck that pushed me to develop the remarkable idea of setting an artificial fly at the desired spot without the need of my poor hands (that are now in a glass jar on the mantle in the living room). You can judge for yourself the simplicity of my solution. 
With the aid of the modern technology of miniaturization and with the help of my little nephew Mimmi, I created an artificial fly remotely controlled with my mouth (have you noticed, as I have, how little this organ is used these days?) Once the fish is located, it’s child’s play to set the lure just before the nose of the gluttonous animal. As you can guess, the rest is 1, 2, 3: hop! into my landing net.
With a pleasure that is always fresh and intense, I remain your devoted reader etc., etc.
Dear Gerard,
Thank you very much for your missive filled with passion and a humanism that honors you. However, please understand that what you have “discovered”, while not devoid of charm, has already been fine-tuned and used with brilliance by our comrade Vilmo while he was still in short pants in kindergarten (and that wasn’t yesterday).
At the very moment that we write you, our team of technicians and numerous scientists (recently escaped from a work camp operated by an extremist group of fly fishing adversaries) are in one of our secret laboratories in the Massif Central, putting the finishing touches on an invention so audacious that it will soon make anything else, even yours, seem a vulgar, provincial gadget.
As early as this coming spring, we at the Mouching, will release on the market our “DRONE FISHING”; not only does it locate the least little trout from outer space but, without the trout even having time to realize it, captures and sends the trout to your plate cooked to perfection… “au beurre blanc” accompanied by tiny roasted potatoes and a thin slice of lemon.
You have to concede that is really something else!
Our kindest regards etc. …
Vous êtes durs Mr Flechmuller… avez vous seulement imaginé que le pauvre homme comptait
sur ce courrier faisant état de sa prodigieuse ( pour lui en tous cas…) découverte pour retrouver un peu de dignité
et une place de choix dans notre société qui n’a aucun état d’âme à débarquer les les faibles et les accidentés de la vie sur le bord de la route !!!
Comme tu as raison cher Ludo !
Mais rassures toi. Sous des dehors inflexibles se cache un coeur et une âme de midinette. La preuve ? Ce matin, après la messe, j’ai aidé le bedeau de la paroisse à nettoyer les traces douteuses sur les parois intimes du confessional de la chapelle dédiée à Sainte Louisette ( 978-989 ).
Avoue que ça t’en bouche un coin !
…Louisette de Saint Pourcin les Fayots ou de La Molière sur Berjon ?
Peu importe, le geste est beau… et puis à la réflexion, je crois que ce Gérard Poudevigne est un pur
vaurien… comment peut il, même avec cette mouche télécommandée, tenir canne et épuisette rien qu’avec la bouche ?
…et de plus, mettre une truite dans cette même épuisette.