The Day the Stamps Took a Stand
Looking out my window, I knew something had to be wrong. I saw and fell the bright warm sunshine shining on my face. While this is not uncommon for any morning, I felt it strange that there was snow on the ground on this warm August morning. Chicago is known for its crazy weather and they say if you don’t like the weather, just wait for 10 minutes, it will change. In all of my life, I have never known it to snow in August in Chicago. Could I have slept through the rest of summer and fall? I know I was very exhausted when I went to bed but this really was strange. I rubbed my eyes and looked again. While my garden was full of mushrooms and pumpkins, I could see the worms peeking out from under the snow. Over the garden gate, I could see the butterflies fluttering by….wait what was that? As I peer out the window and strain my eyes to get a better look, I see it is a person. No wait it is two people. They are sitting on the bench in my yard. They seem to be talking and laughing and having a jolly time. Who are they and what are they doing here? Are they friends of my sons? Who let them in the yard? I couldn’t contain my curiosity any longer. I had to go and see who these people were and what they were doing here.
I rushed down the stairs and into the yard to where the strangers were sitting. I asked them what they were doing in my yard. “Denise I presume?” said the male person. “Yes” I replied. “Who are you and what are you doing in my yard?” “We have been waiting for you” said the girl. “We are Tilda and Edwin from the land of Magnolia.” I gasped when they said this because I didn’t recognize them from one of my favorite stamp collections. I was totally embarrassed and taken aback. “We had to come outside and get some fresh air” Tilda said. “Yeah , said Edwin, We got a bit cramped in that plastic box you store us in. We haven’t seen the light of day in about six months. We wanted to let you know that we are not happy and we don’t know how much longer we can stand it. We have heard the other stamps talking and we felt we had to warn you that they are planning a revolt. They are insisting that you spend more time with them and your craft supplies or they are packing up and leaving.” With that being said, they rose from the bench and fluttered off towards the sky.
This wonderful story was written for the contest by Denise Holland