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MidReal Story
The Postbox's Quest: A Tale of Letters Unboxed
Scenario:A postbox tired of standing on the street.
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Theodore Trashcan
local informant for Percy and Penelope, acquaintances with both, large and green with a gruff appearance, secretive and humorous
Penelope Pigeon
Percy's loyal friend and guide, friends with Percy, sleek grey feathers with bright eyes, wise and cautious
Percy Postbox
the adventurous postbox, friends with local pigeons, small and red with a cheerful face, curious and brave
I was a postbox.
A small, red postbox with a cheerful face painted on my front.
I’d been standing on the same street corner for decades, watching the world change around me.
The people came and went, the buildings went up and down, but I stayed right where I was.
And I was bored.
So very, very bored.
I longed for something to happen, for someone to come along and talk to me or take me on an adventure.
But no one ever did.
I was just a postbox, after all.
People dropped their letters in my mouth and walked away without a second thought.
Sometimes they even kicked me or threw things at me.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the street, I saw Penelope Pigeon flutter down from her perch on the lamppost.
"Penelope," I called out, my voice a rusty whisper from disuse.
She tilted her head, her beady eyes reflecting curiosity. "Yes, Percy?"
"I can't stand it anymore," I said. "I need to get out of here. I need an adventure."
Penelope ruffled her feathers, clearly taken aback. "An adventure? But you're a postbox! How could you possibly go anywhere?"
"I don't know," I admitted. "But there has to be a way. Will you help me?"
Penelope hesitated, her wings twitching nervously. "I suppose I could... but where would we even start?"
"We could ask Theodore Trashcan," I suggested. "He knows everything about this street."
Penelope nodded slowly. "Alright, let's go see Theodore."
As night fell and the streetlights flickered on, Penelope guided me through the quiet streets. She flew ahead, occasionally glancing back to make sure I was still following.
We found Theodore Trashcan in his usual spot near the park entrance, surrounded by discarded wrappers and empty bottles.
"Theodore!" Penelope called out.
The old trashcan's lid creaked open slightly. "What do you want?" he grumbled.
"It's Percy," Penelope said. "He wants to move."
Theodore's lid opened wider in surprise. "Move? A postbox wanting to move? That's a new one."
"I'm serious," I said, trying to sound as determined as possible. "I need your help."
Theodore chuckled, a deep, metallic sound. "Well, well. This is interesting. There is a way, but it's not easy."
"Tell us," Penelope urged.
Theodore leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "There's a hidden lever beneath your base. If you activate it, it will set you free."
"A lever?" I echoed, feeling a spark of hope.
"Yes," Theodore confirmed. "But you'll need someone to pull it for you."
Penelope looked at me with wide eyes. "I'll do it," she said firmly.
We made our way back to my corner, the anticipation building with each step.
"Are you ready?" Penelope asked as she landed beside me.
"As ready as I'll ever be," I replied.
Penelope fluttered down to the ground and began searching for the lever. After a few moments of frantic pecking and scratching, she found it.
"Here goes nothing," she said and pulled the lever with all her might.
I felt a sudden jolt as my roots began to loosen from the ground. The sensation was both exhilarating and terrifying.
"It's working!" I exclaimed.
With a final tug from Penelope, I was free. My base lifted off the ground, and for the first time in decades, I took a wobbly step forward.
"This is incredible!" I shouted.
Penelope flew up to my side, her eyes shining with excitement. "Where do we go now?"
Before I could answer, a loud clanging noise echoed down the street. We turned to see a group of shadowy figures approaching rapidly.
"Who are they?" Penelope whispered urgently.
"I don't know," I said, my heart pounding in my chest.
But one thing was clear: our adventure had just begun—and danger was already hot on our heels.
