Snail Mail

Pokey was new on the delivery route to the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa.  The draw bridge had been down when he arrived burdened with the usual junk mail for the Face of Everyman.  Now what? Was this some kind joke?  Turns out, that while chatting with the venerable sage, the bridge had been removed for the annual safety inspection.  “Not to worry”, said E.  “I’ll call the helicopter rescue team.”  Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night . . .


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