In a sleepy little village out in the countryside, a
young boy yawns awake, stretching in the morning sun. He groggily dresses
himself and stumbles outside to check the mail. It is at this point that he
glimpses a lone figure riding in on the horizon. The boy squints, and when he
recognizes the special mailman his eyes widen in surprise and his face lights
up. Tripping slightly in his haste to turn around, he rushes back around the
corner to his house and bursts through the door.
“Papa!” yells the little boy. “Papa, Mama, come quick
come quick!”
The father of this young lad creaked open his door,
looking disgruntled and rubbing his face. “Alphonse, why must you wake us so
early on a holiday?” he said.
“I saw him!” said Alphonse, bouncing on the heels of his
feet. “I saw him Papa, I saw the special mailman!”

