It was a cool, spring evening in the post office and a very special day. Pelly was busily sifting through the mail with her white plumaged hands looking for a very special letter. Today was her birthday. In her fantasy, the mail carrier Pete would toss her a sweet card and maybe her most wanted gift: a kiss. But it was a dying dream. Her shift was ending, her sister, Phyllis is set to clock in soon, and Pete out. But maybe when Pete returns from his last run, he’ll have one, last delivery to make...
Or maybe he’ll just clap beaks with Phyllis. Pelly’s older sibling was dear to her, but Pete seems to have the sweets with her, but not poor, old Pelly. With a sigh, Pelly resumed sorting mail in the empty post office.
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Unbeknownst to her, she was not alone. You were directly under her seat, half-a-centimeter tall. You quickly recognize the danger of your situation: she had a rolling chair. If you were in the path of the wheels, you’d be little more than a smudge after the fact. You needed to get away from here, fast. The chair is too slippery to climb, but there is another potential escape route. A butter-yellow pelican foot dangles from above, rife with plenty of handholds. You latch on. Fortunately, its owner doesn’t notice. As you climb higher and higher, Pelly’s legs gently swing. A silky smooth lavender dress is draped over you. With a good leap, you could latch on. Although, if you fail, you’re gonna have a nasty fall. So, which will it be? Make the risky jump, or resume climbing Pelly’s leg?
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