Dear military dwarves of Punchdoors,
When that moose woman first blundered into our halls, you just stood idly by as it scared the entire civilian population into dropping whatever they were doing and running about with fresh stains on their pants. When it wandered into our workshop floor, you were specifically ordered to follow and detain it before it caused irreperable harm. You just stood there. Maybe you thought it would be fine, and the moose woman was just confused.
It bit our weaver's head off.
Even then, you lot just stood there, scant feet away, and only later decided that MAYBE the rabid moose woman with dwarf blood all over its head was a menace. One more incident like this, and you will be severely disciplined. All 80 of you.
Sincerely,
The Administration
Dear Urist McNotBiologist, Baroness of Punchdoors,
Giant eagles do not have teeth. We verified this after Urist McHunter shot one out of the sky and brought it to the butchery to be dissected. As such, your incessant demands for giant eagle tooth items make no sense whatsoever. They have done nothing so far but gotten several valuable workers savagely beaten in their sleep by the overzealous captain of the guard.
Should you continue to issue such unrealistic production mandates, we will be forced to relocate your entire lavish personal estate to your tomb. And seal it. With you inside.
Yours truly,
The Administration
Dear Local Giant Eagle Population,
In your aereal hunts through the mountains of Punchdoors, you may or may not have noticed several chained turkeys, spread throughout the mountainside. These are free meals for you. No strings attached (though perhaps a few cages). Please attack one at your earliest convenience. Our war roc could use the company.
Impatiently,
The Punchdoors Administration