Dear woodworker,
I thought I've told you to stop going through the drainage tunnel instead of going around it, and even then I've found your rotting corpse lying in the mud! This is horrible, a good example of the weird behavior of the dwarven kind.
EDIT:
Dear Mason, Gem Setter, Baby and Liaison:
I've never thought you'd prefer to take a restricted path to a high-priority path. Stop crawling through the sewers. You've added enough to the rot.
SECOND EDIT:
Dear Horde of Dwarves,
We finally advanced in the construction of the base of the tower and we are removing the floors under the pumps. And don't you fear that the dwarf behind you will destroy the floor you're standing on and you'll fall into the river?
The result of this was the opposite of obvious. In fact, I let the dwarves do their own instead of cancelling the destruction, out of curiosity and desire for some FUN. Instead of falling into the river they've decided to move out of the way because of dangerous terrain! I was disappointed and frustrated by the lack of Fun, so you won't say I wasn't.
Dear Blacksmith,
I told you to build some lead walls for my first megaproject ever, and you've suspended the construction because the tile was temporarily occupied by a small pool of water! And now you're on break, hanging around in the meeting hall, drinking booze and sleeping all the day, instead of erecting a great lead tower from the middle of the broad river to make the mountainhomes proud.
Dear
Bovines hooved monsters,
It's your problem that you all prefer to stick together in the northwest of the pasture I've made for you and trample all grass there, and instead of enjoying the healthy, dense grass in the southeast of the pasture you start fighting and kicking each other's teeth!
Yours sincerely,
Logem "Chimpanzee" Komannish, Overseer of Whipbrush, the first member of the Artifact of Perplexing, a dwarven group, and one of the founders of the dwarven village of Bomreknosing, "Whipbrush".