The Post Office; Thusday [ 06/23 ].

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There didn't seem to be a whole lot of letters to sort today, so Junior Postman Butters was entertaining himself in different ways.

"Why, hello, there, Mr. George Washington stamp," said an Edgar Allen Poe stamp, placed on an envelop with a body drawn on and colored in with crayons, to the George Washington stamp made up just the same way. "I'm looking for Emily Dickinson stamp. Have you seen her?"

"Well, I don't know, Mr. Allen Poe stamp," George Washington stamp responded in a thoughtful tone. "Knowing her, though, she's probably out living it up with those Bronte sisters stamps. Authoresses! Questionable tramps, the whole lot of them. Let's go over to the tavern and have a couple of drinks. I'm meeting Mr. Andrew Jackson stamp and Mr. William H. Taft stamp there, and I hear tell of Mr. Elvis Presley stamp will be there, too!"

"Oh, boy!" said Mr. Edgar Allen Poe stamp. "Count me in, let's go!"

It was almost guaranteed that Butters would never, ever be bored at work, that was for sure.

The Post Office is open!