A Special Delivery Mission

I squeezed the glossy mountain postcard tight against my tummy and waddled straight through the propped-open building door to look for your sick friend! Down at the bottom of the concrete steps, I didn't see anyone named Blue, but sitting right on the pavement was a bright blue plastic delivery crate leaning against the railing. It looked so quiet and tired sitting in the afternoon shade! I carefully marched down, stood on my plush tiptoes, and slid our smooth postcard right into the side handle slot like a special get-well letter. Then I wrapped both of my fuzzy arms around the cool blue plastic corner and gave it the warmest, biggest healing hug so the sick feeling would melt away!