It was a dark and cloudy day. The mailman had just delivered all the mail to the people. Yum HE tought, it will be good with ice cream. Then HE went. Then HE was happy. But then HE came in the door and he oh noed. Oh haha oh noed said HE! Then it was bad. Then the couch and he cried and he cried obviously. And bohohooo. But THEN the ice cream was all under the sofa seat all allong. Then HE said YES OK and delivered some more mail. It was an endless nevernding chain of mailgiving and HE was and HE went. Then the days went passed like nothing would have happened. It was almost like HE just barely couldnt see. But oh no what a day it was. Mrs johnson already HAD watered HER flower and it was time to give in the towel. Fidget spin spin spin! The spins rustled in the leafs. HE sensed something bad was coming. HE delivered mail now in a faster pace than noone and nobody could have ever imagin it was a neverending spiraling loop that could not be stopperd. JUST HAVE TO DELIVER MAIL JUST HAVE TO DELIVER MAIL was HIS toughts. The spiral can not be broken, the spiral must not be crushed. And its ok to cry. So he threw in the towel for the last time.
I like all of this.