Starts out skipping, delighted with the role
Discovers bright numbers and a furry caterpillar; notes flowers and passers-by
Look at him. He’s flash.
Complements each letterbox in turn and checks for a backdoor
Paper tucked under one arm, head high and smiling
This one is slithy. You know what I mean when I say slithy. It’s feels smooth. It goes in smoothly.
Warm little hand like a kitten in mine. Like a kitten curled up in the sun.
Runs ahead
Haha I’m cheating!
Dancing away, within reach. Dancing in the breach, and back.
Suddenly slowly, the delivery girl dragging, the papers run out just in time.
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This brings back memories of younger days, when I used to get paid a pittance to stuff peoples letterboxes with advertising crap that we both knew they would never read.
Ah... those were the days!
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