"He was excited. He
hurried to offer his help,
and he carefully brought
the youngling down.
"Cluck, cluck!" The hen was so
distracted by her chick's stunt that
she took her baby by the wing and
they both walked away without even
thanking Mr. Cat.
Mr. Cat felt very disappointed."
When was the last time you received a letter in the mail? It doesn't happen often, does it? It is a thing of the past, I fear.
A letter carrier doesn't realize he has lost a letter while delivering mail during a rainstorm. That letter lands in a puddle that erases the address. There is no way now of knowing who sent it, or who was meant to receive it. The wind blows it open and reads the I love you message inside.
Lifting the letter high allows for it to forge its own destiny. It glides down the chimney and onto Mr. Cat's head. Being a sourpuss has ensured that Mr. Cat has no visitors, friends, or uplifting mail. He likes being lonely, rather than disappointed. His reaction to the letter's arrival is a surprise. It makes him happy, and sets him on course for finding the sender.
His walk in the neighborhood has him meeting neighbors, and wondering who sent it. Thinking that each might be, he offers his assistance with their errands and help with their problems. His kindnesses are not much appreciated; not one offers thanks. It is a great disappointment to him. Off he goes home where, to his surprise, he finds his neighbors on the doorstep. They have all arrived with apologies, and gifts of thanks for his thoughtfulness. It's time to take it inside his house to enjoy each other's company.
The letter? That sneaky wind makes a return visit, picks it up, and lifts it into the sky once more. Where might it go this time?
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