Nabbit was excited to get the mail. Loved getting the mail. Parakarry always delivered it right now. This moment. Ten fifteen in the morning. Never late. Except when he had a special delivery elsewhere. Or when he had a special delivery here. It really depended. Other than that he was never late.

Today he definitely wouldn’t be late. There was a very special delivery coming. He knew it. Yep. There was Parakarry. Hey guy. What’s up? How’s it hanging? Got anything for Nabbit?

“Hey guy. How’s it hanging? Got anything for me?”

“Yes, I do!” Parakarry shouted with glee. Not too much glee. Not too much non-glee. The perfect, professional amount of glee. He handed a letter to Nabbit. Pretty small. Not a large envelope like he hoped. That was okay. He didn’t need anything else. Envelopes were fine. Cool, in fact. But they weren’t the best ever. Nabbit was content with a letter. Definitely.

Parakarry flew off. Nabbit had already opened the letter and begun reading. He read as fast as he ran. Not true. Nabbit was a pretty good reader though.

“Come meet me,” the letter read. “You know where. You know when. We’re beginning our master plan immediately!”

“Oh boy!” Nabbit shouted. Without a second thought to his wife and kids, he dashed off in pursuit of his destination. That was all he ever did in his life. his family would be fine too. They liked nabbing, grabbing, bagging. Not bragging, but his family was pretty good stuff too. They all were.

That’s why Nabbit was summoned. He was the best at what he did. And what he did was pretty nice.