Pinky and his employer, J. Brightenbetter, went to Neiman's for their company Christmas party to see the decorations. Downstairs in the shoe department was a display where shoppers could write a wish and put it in a giant plexiglass box. (Neiman's was going to do something cuddly with all the wishes.) Pinky looked carefully in the clear box and was able to read one of the wishes. The handwriting was definitely aristocratic and female. It read: I wish I didn't have a black moustache.