Thoughts
An extremely short one-shot
I think you all know the jazz of the Legend of Zelda characters being owned by Nintendo (and Capcom) so let me save the trouble of announcing the copyrights. In case you did not, there is one, and there always will be one. Plus, I had no inspiration, so I just churned out this to help me get inspired. The rest, is this.
He sat near the tree he always went if something troubled his mind, if he was bored, or if he ever got the chance to rest. He always wondered how he ever got his work done, in these crazy conditions, these days. He was always on the run, always moving, moving, and moving some more. It almost annoyed him thinking about how long he had to keep on moving. It was part of his duty, though, and without it, he would never learn anything, see the sights, or do anything at all. Still, it was nice to always relax, and admire the scenery occasionally. Nevertheless, he had jobs to do, he had places to find, things to do. It really was not as if he had all the time in the world, and he enjoyed the exercise. He got better health by running, anyways, so what was the point of arguing?
These thoughts filled his mind, and he began to ponder the wonders of his job. 'No one ever thanked me,' he thought. 'No one even gave a response.'
He was tired of the usual. One day he would perhaps stick around, see the faces of the people he would encounter during the way, and ask for advice, etcetera. Their reaction to him would be probably mean-spirited because of his stupidity, but hey, at least it was a reaction to him.
Not a moment of rest, he figured. Oh well, it comes with the job. It was not as if you were supposed to take a rest, traveling the most from one area to the next quickly. It was amazing, to him, how he could actually run that far, and that fast without tiring, these days, but it was always disappointing how he ran out of breath all the time to reach a destination. No form at all, he thought. Shame, I suppose.
He caught his breath. It was about time to go anyways, so he might as well finish looking at the scenery, and get moving.
This was the thoughts in his head, as the postman ran in the sunset towards his next destination.