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The sun was shining. Rays were cheerfully squeezing through spaces between leaves. Every being from the forest was participating in an intimate concert. Buzzing, chirping, rustling... - everything was in perfect harmony, only destined for the ones who were patient enough to stay in the forest for a long time.
Everyone would say that it was a truly beautiful morning. Well almost everyone…
On the forest floor laid a tired, heavy-breathing postman, who just fell from the sky.
“What the frick was that?” he said after being knocked out of his steed by a thunder, that magically appeared from nowhere. He slowly standed up and took a few breaths of air. He dusted himself off and still shocked, looked around himself. He did not saw his beloved pigeon.
“Ventus! Where are you?” He called his pet.
To his great relief, a gray head picked out of a nearby bush. That was his steed, his great help in work and his friend. Ventus was a huge pigeon, wearing a saddle and backpacks for letters and packages. They had just finished delivering today’s post and… well that happened.
“Are you okay?” Worried postman asked, as he came to check on the bird. He got a cheerful chirp in return. “What was that?? Are we going to ignore this?” His hand gently scratched the pigeon’s neck. “I guess so. What else is there to do? Let’s go home. It was a busy day.”
The postman hopped onto Ventus’s saddle and as he was patting the pigeon's head something fell out of the backpack. It was red and shiny so it immediately drew his attention.
With curiosity, he bent down to reach it and it turned out it was an envelope. It was made from expensive, red paper. On the front there was a gold name written in another language and on the back there was an attached old map with a circled location.
“We have delivered all the letters today, haven't we?” The postman looked at his pet with a questioning look. “This hasn’t been here before…”
The man looked at the sky, feeling a strange kind of shiver running down his back.