The boxes are about 4 feet by 4 feet, and 4 or 5 inches tall. They look like giant pizza boxes, but I’ve never seen a pizza box so I couldn’t make that comparison. I’m about 8 years old, helping my dad on his rural mail route, and on this spring morning we are delivering baby chicks to farms a few miles out of town.
The boxes have little holes in the sides, just big enough for a child’s finger. And there is a constant peeping noise coming from the boxes. I stick my finger in, and feel a soft, warm fluffiness. I want to bring it closer and pet it, but it moves away from my finger. Continue reading The USPS
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