THE HUNGRY POSTBOX

There was a red postbox down at the corner by the old post office. It stood there all day with people throwing mail into it, destined for places all over the world, and all over the country. Mostly it was stuff like bills and payments, with a rare love letter here and there. He was never quite filled to the brim, but only half full of mail, sometimes even less. As such he was always left hungry. He had never had his fill. If only some great event would take place and people would all of a sudden start posting each other a lot of mail. Perhaps then he would know what it felt like to be full. But no, that never happened, and he stood there hungry and alone, often in the rain and the wind. Then one day the young people in town started posting a lot of letters out of the blue. The one after the other they came and threw in their precious post. So many of them came that by midday he was filled to the brim. He could not understand it, he had never felt so full. He was stuffed full of mail, and for the first time in his life, his appetite was satisfied. Then he heard the lady from the post office ask a young girl who came to post another letter, 'Why are you youngsters posting all this mail. Our postbox is filled to the brim.' 'Me and the girls are all sending fan mail to Elvis mam,' she replied, 'He's the new rock and roll star in town!' 'Well, he must be quite something with a song and a guitar if his getting all this attention.' the lady said. 'He's the best!' replied the girl. And that might have been the only time in his life that the hungry little postbox got its fill of mail. 'The day that Elvis came to town!