Mr. Right Writes Letters

So I heard a bit more on this story. The only guy who knows it likes to dole it out a bit at a time...really, it pretty obvious he's making it up as he goes along.  I'm not sure how that makes it a legitimate tale but stories are weird.  Maybe there is an invisible duck whispering it into his ear or something...

Mr. Right was right yet again.  The details of the offense are unimportant.  The gentleman who offended him was a vile cur, all Mr Right's relations told each other so, and the act was so vile that it even threatened his fiancé, the would be Mrs. Right.  So all were in agreement that his incredibly well planned action to notify and lecture the authorities was a sound and well acclimated one.

100 pieces of paper in 100 days with 100 stamps and 100 envelope.  It was a lovely solid number that everyone enjoyed.  Mr. Right was not Mr. Kind, but everyone who was anyone felt a certain solace knowing that Mr. Right was off doing something Right in a solidly moral clear way.  But Mr. Right did not enjoy doing this by itself.  Being Right didn't offer much comfort and being an example was important but if Mousekind was to be his business, would it not be better to be Kind?

Mr. Right decided that some of the letters should be about Mr Wrong (the vile cure who had endangered Mrs Would Be Right) but spent the bulk of them writing to people who needed it.  Mr Right would never be Mr. Kind, but if enough of us TRIED to be Mr. Kind, maybe the world would be a better place. 

In the end, Mr. Right was no less Right, Mr. Wrong was still Wrong, and Mr. Kind was still Kind, but the over arching kindness of the world was increased, and that made Mr. Right happy.  Which was the right choice.