The next few hours, Steve sat in his thinking chair, wondering if he had
done the right thing. "No..Yes..Maybe...Perhaps...Not...Well...Yes..YES I
DID DO THE RIGHT THING!!" Steve tried to convince himself aloud.
Blue sat calmingly on the rug. Steve then restless with worry of what the two angry neighbor boys would do, jogged his little jig into the kitchen. He glanced ontop of the refridgerator, upon which sat the remains of the two last cookies.
Steve being overcomed with insanity began speaking to the cookies like a mad man... "You're okay cookies, you're safe now.. All mine...My precious.." He cooed to them. "I'll keep you safe, my beauties.." After taking a moment to assure the cookies that they were okay, Steve then left.
It was mail time. He sang the mail song, with much less feeling and enthusiasm, being still worried about the Owen and David's thirst for revenge.
Steve crumpled into the big red arm chair, and waited a moment for his friend Mailbox. Steve was looking forward to seeing Mailbox, as usual he knew just what to say to calm Steve's normally rattled nerves. Steve waited, for a minute, and knew something was wrong. Mailbox was allways on time.
Steve glanced outside the window, to see what Mailbox was up to, he sighed with relief, Owen and David were putting some sort of object inside of Mailbox's box.
Steve smiled, "Maybe they really are nice neighbors, look Blue, they're sending us a gift to appologize.!" Blue was not convinced, she remained on the rug. Steve sat down still looking out the window, wondering why Mailbox hadn't popped in yet. Owen and David had left, so why was Mailbox just standing there?
"Hmm.." Steve thought, sinking deeper into the arm chair. He kept watching, waiting for Mailbox's purple face to jump in through the open window.
Right then, it seemed like all of the blood froze in Steve's body. His eyes were wide, searching. A large explosion went off, from what seemed to be inside of Steve's dear friend.
None of the thoughts were regestering in Steve's mind, he just stood still, in the horror of the situation. Frozen like a block of ice. Blue was hiding in the corner of the living room due to the loud noise. Although what Steve wanted to do more than anything was bury himself in the arm chair and die, he jumped up and out of the open window and ran to Mailbox's side.
"Maillllboxx!!" Steve screamed. He crumpled down onto his Khaki knees, his hands scooped up Mailbox's limber body. Steve's almond colored eyes filled and overflowed with tears.
"Mailbox?" He bawled softly, to the pile of purple and red parts in his hands. Mailbox did not respond. He was gone.
Steve burried his face in the scraps of his friend, though they were burning his hands and face, still being hot from the ever popular Mailbox Bomb.
"BURN ME!!" Steve cried, "It's what I deserve! It's what I deserve!!" He howled. "It's all my fault, Mailbox, oh Mailbox you didn't do anything to anyone!! You were innocent, you were innnocent!!!"
Tears soaked through Steve's shirt, as if he had been dunked in a bucket of water. His face and hands showed huge burn marks, he didn't seem to notice.
Steve then placed Mailbox's body on the soft green grass, where he then extended a finger and put Mailbox's little cinged red flag up. The End
Blue sat calmingly on the rug. Steve then restless with worry of what the two angry neighbor boys would do, jogged his little jig into the kitchen. He glanced ontop of the refridgerator, upon which sat the remains of the two last cookies.
Steve being overcomed with insanity began speaking to the cookies like a mad man... "You're okay cookies, you're safe now.. All mine...My precious.." He cooed to them. "I'll keep you safe, my beauties.." After taking a moment to assure the cookies that they were okay, Steve then left.
It was mail time. He sang the mail song, with much less feeling and enthusiasm, being still worried about the Owen and David's thirst for revenge.
Steve crumpled into the big red arm chair, and waited a moment for his friend Mailbox. Steve was looking forward to seeing Mailbox, as usual he knew just what to say to calm Steve's normally rattled nerves. Steve waited, for a minute, and knew something was wrong. Mailbox was allways on time.
Steve glanced outside the window, to see what Mailbox was up to, he sighed with relief, Owen and David were putting some sort of object inside of Mailbox's box.
Steve smiled, "Maybe they really are nice neighbors, look Blue, they're sending us a gift to appologize.!" Blue was not convinced, she remained on the rug. Steve sat down still looking out the window, wondering why Mailbox hadn't popped in yet. Owen and David had left, so why was Mailbox just standing there?
"Hmm.." Steve thought, sinking deeper into the arm chair. He kept watching, waiting for Mailbox's purple face to jump in through the open window.
Right then, it seemed like all of the blood froze in Steve's body. His eyes were wide, searching. A large explosion went off, from what seemed to be inside of Steve's dear friend.
None of the thoughts were regestering in Steve's mind, he just stood still, in the horror of the situation. Frozen like a block of ice. Blue was hiding in the corner of the living room due to the loud noise. Although what Steve wanted to do more than anything was bury himself in the arm chair and die, he jumped up and out of the open window and ran to Mailbox's side.
"Maillllboxx!!" Steve screamed. He crumpled down onto his Khaki knees, his hands scooped up Mailbox's limber body. Steve's almond colored eyes filled and overflowed with tears.
"Mailbox?" He bawled softly, to the pile of purple and red parts in his hands. Mailbox did not respond. He was gone.
Steve burried his face in the scraps of his friend, though they were burning his hands and face, still being hot from the ever popular Mailbox Bomb.
"BURN ME!!" Steve cried, "It's what I deserve! It's what I deserve!!" He howled. "It's all my fault, Mailbox, oh Mailbox you didn't do anything to anyone!! You were innocent, you were innnocent!!!"
Tears soaked through Steve's shirt, as if he had been dunked in a bucket of water. His face and hands showed huge burn marks, he didn't seem to notice.
Steve then placed Mailbox's body on the soft green grass, where he then extended a finger and put Mailbox's little cinged red flag up. The End