Your Letter is Delivered!

“It’s green”. I mumbled, flipping it over in my hand a few times. “Why is it always green?” “What did you expect?” I look up at the sudden intrusion, shocked to see

a leprechaun puffing on a long thin pipe, a halo of emerald-colored smoke circling his head. "D'ye think we make ruby slippers for the faerie folk?" he said. "Wait," I stuttered, "Did you say faerie folk?" He nodded, "To be sure, lassie. Why d'ye think ye got them peculiar ears?"

“Thanks, little guy,” I thought. “Now you’ve made me self-conscious about my ears.” I took a deep breath. “So just what is it you ARE here to do?”

" Give this letter to Santa". Tell him Emma sent you. I'm a elf he said. The boy said ok and

took the letter to the ninth circle of Hell. Which is just about the complete polar opposite of the North Pole. “H-here’s a letter for you sir,” the elf said to Satan Claws, “hey hold on isn’t it a little too hot-“ “Looks like you fell into my trap!” boomed the Wordplayer. Oh no!

“Sir, this is a postal uniform. Waterproof, wind proof, stain resistant, permanent press, of course. But also resistant to fire, brimstone, magic spells, golem grips, and demon claws. Your letter is delivered, good afternoon!” With that, he walked back to the ferry dock.