That is in fact a capital idea Magicnight. I shall write my bookmaker:

Dear sir,

As is my custom, after completing my day's labours, I retreat to the comfort of my study, where I, in the following order, firstly, pour a glass of cognac and, secondly, peruse your wagering books. As I immersed myself in your antepost lines for this Saturday's Cigar Mile, the cadence of my cardiac cycle quickened when I observed that one Transparent had been handsomely offered at a copious 20-1 with the canonical place terms of 1/5 in a minimum 8 horse field.

My stoic exhiliration nevertheless began to unravel entirely when I then learned that one Atreides would no longer race on Saturday, meaning that the 8 horse field was now in reality a 7 horse field, a novel historial fact which had not yet been noted by your robust linesmaker.

In an attempt to embrace this serendipitous benediction, I forthwith mobilized myself so as to occasion a wager. Alas, my ebullience fleetly transmogrified into despondency upon the realization that I have only 27 cents on my account and am unable to accrue by my own means the funds to actuate my desired punt punt. Hence, the reason for my epistle. Insofar as you allow a minimum wager of 50 cents, could you so kindly, out of benovelence to a fellow Christian, intercalate a minimum of 23 cents into my wagering treasury so that I may take advantage of your linesmaker's momentary pococurantism.

Regards,
K.