Dear Oscillating Fan,
I commend you for your selfless efforts at keeping me comfortable. No matter how hot it is, you patiently sit there and blow air at me without stopping to question the fairness of the situation. You don't mind staying awake all night and all day, tirelessly blowing air on me. Even when I trip over your cord, knocking you violently to the floor, you keep on faithfully doing your job.
Sometimes I forget to unplug you when I leave the house. You don't ever get upset about this. You seem to simply assume that I want you to keep blowing on things, even in my absence.
The other day, I thought it would be fun to see what happened when I stuck a piece of paper in you. I wanted to see if I could make confetti. I feel terribly guilty about this. I don't know why I did it. I shouldn't have amused myself at your expense. You saw me coming at you with the paper and did not even flinch. You trusted me, and I stuck a piece of paper in you and messed up your rotor. I am sorry.
When I realized that I had hurt you, I tenderly removed the mangled pieces of paper from your inner workings. I told you I was sorry and you looked like you understood. When I put you back together and plugged you in again, you started blowing air on me like nothing had ever happened. I admire your extraordinary capability to forgive. You are a good fan.
I would like to do something nice for you, but I don't know what types of things oscillating fans enjoy. I have had a couple ideas, but every time I ask you if you would enjoy them, you just shake your head. I tried to surprise you by cooking you dinner, but you just spit it back in my face. That was kind of rude, but I suppose I can forgive you because you are such an awesome fan.
Anyway, I just wanted to thank you for being so nice to me. If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask.
