Rain, sleet, snow or hail, we deliver what you mail!
The post office's motto rang in Pete's ears. He dusted off his green cap, which had long since even coated in the heavy hail that had been showering down since the morning. Gazing at the letter in his hand, he smiled. The person who had sent it- Bob was his name- decided to decorate the letter with so much glitter and stickers it was difficult to tell where the stamp was. Though Devlavam's flag shone brightly like a flashlight in the mist. A cherry blossom tree, of all things.
Our mayor sure had a creative mind, Pete shook his head. Well, he shouldn't think such things. This letter-sender was more of an oddball than the mayor could ever dream of being. But there was that one time where he dressed as a Princess...
Pete shoved the thought out of his head, as well as the letter into his pouch. It needn't get any more soaked. He held a wing above his eyes, scanning the blizzard.
"Now where could Gala's house be..." Pete muttered to himself. He knew Gala lived... North! Yes, north. And north was... Invisible. Well, it had to be around here somewhere. Reaching deeper Ito his mail pouch, Pete pulled out an ivory compass. The arrow swivelled around a bit, but soon pointed north. With a nod, and a moment to brace himself, Pete took off into the night, surrounded by white pixies that slashed mercilessly at him.
His wings ached, his beak frozen. It was only a mater of time until icicles would begin to form by his nostrils. Of all days to deliver a letter... But he had to remain strong. All of the infuriating and physically demanding training had prepared Pete for occasions such as this. He took a deep breath, stretching his wings to their full span. The cold invaded his feathers like piranhas on a dead moose. Pete hardly let a shiver escape, not daring to allow his teeth to chatter.
Trying to take his mind off the cold, Pete thought back to the post office. Back to the girls that kept him going day by day. Pelly, Phyllis. How they smiled each time he stopped by. (Though Phyllis' was hard to come by) His heart swelled, a new found warmth spreading to the tip of his wing. This was no time to give in to something as simple as the cold! Why, pelicans that were generations older than him pulled through other storms harsher than this!
Pete narrowed his eyes in determination. Just a little farther... Aha! A light illuminated through the snowy blindness, filling Pete's eyes with hope. He angled his wings to lower himself down, and landed with a thud. Pete shook himself of as much snow as he could before strutting down a stone walkway, leaving his footprints in the blanket all around him.
Taking a deep breath, both of satisfaction and relief, he knocked on a pink wooden door. He heard a shrill voice go 'Oh!' and footsteps hurried to answer the door. It swung open, and a short young pig peered at Pete through dark eyes in surprise.
"Oh, my! Pete! What are you doing out on a night like this!" Pete reached into his mail pouch, pulled out the glamorous letter and handed it to Gala.
"Rain, sleet, snow or hail, we deliver what you mail!" He bowed, grinning from ear to ear.
Another job completed for our local mailman, Pete the pelican.
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