LETTER FROM A GIRAFFE by Robert Schechter LITERARY AGENT: SUSANNAH GREENBERG 41 Old Brook Rd. Dix Hills, N.Y. 11746 212-208-4629 firstname.lastname@example.org
Note: This manuscript is 4 pages (exclusive of cover page) and 382 words long
Letter from a Giraffe, by Robert Schechter, agent: Susannah Greenberg, 212-208-4629, page 1 of 6
WHEN I AM BORN my mother stands and drops me to the ground, and I am nearly six feet tall and weigh one hundred pounds.
But that’s not big enough for me, not big enough at all. By the time my birthday comes, I’m more than twelve feet tall,
and when another year has passed, I’m eighteen feet in height and weigh four thousand pounds or more. That makes me quite a sight!
My neck alone is five feet long and weighs the same as two (not one, I wish to emphasize) newborn elephants do.
Letter from a Giraffe, by Robert Schechter, agent: Susannah Greenberg, 212-208-4629, page 2 of 6
My tongue is twenty inches long and like a hand, it grips. Water is my favorite drink, but I take only sips,
for I can go for weeks on end with just a taste of dew and live off moisture in the leaves and shoots I like to chew.
I do not prey on animals. Iâ€™m not a warlike beast. A leafy branch of winter thorn is what I call a feast.
After I have chewed my food, I swallow it, and then I spit it up into my mouth and chew it once again.
Letter from a Giraffe, by Robert Schechter, agent: Susannah Greenberg, 212-208-4629, page 3 of 6
I hardly sleep – five minutes here, a half an hour there – since where I live, it isn’t safe. There’s danger everywhere.
If I snooze or bow my head to sip a quiet ounce, hyenas stalking in the shrubs might see a chance to pounce
and sink their teeth in my long neck. Do you now comprehend why I’m not big on lengthy naps and do not like to bend?
My heart weighs more than twenty pounds and every minute pumps sixteen gallons of my blood, one gallon per ten thumps.
Letter from a Giraffe, by Robert Schechter, agent: Susannah Greenberg, 212-208-4629, page 4 of 6
I do not howl or roar out loud the way some creatures do, but I can make a quiet sound, a gentle, groaning coo.
Cheetahs, tigers, elephants, and I are all innately beautiful, but I’ve been told that I alone am stately.
Those who see me gallop gasp to see how fast I go, and yet my body is so large it almost seems I’m slow.
I hope you know me better now, and maybe had a laugh in learning more about my ways. Sincerely, The Giraffe --end–
Published on May 7, 2009