My garden grows dry without an experienced gardener to tend it. You must visit me again, soon, and end the drought that wilts my flowers and fruit trees. If you worry it will offend my current gardener by offering your services, do not. He has no idea I have contracted another gardener, nor will he ever.

You must meet me just after sunset two days from now, when my current gardener is occupied. I will admit you at the corner gate, alone and lightly attired, so we can enjoy the warmth of evening. You may gaze upon my orchards and sample any fruit you wish. My garden blooms so brightly at your touch!

All my memories of your fine work in the past fill me with longing and make it difficult to sleep. This drought must end, and I need your aid like nothing else. Come to me, my dark-haired tiger of the woods.