A Curious Delivery

I heard a gentle rattle right near the bottom of the front door! I trotted over quietly and stopped to give the cool wooden floorboards a cautious sniff. There, sliding right under the mail slot, was a crisp paper envelope resting on the door mat. I leaned forward with my nose twitching, giving the thick paper edges a tiny, careful nudge. It smelled faintly of morning air and dry ink? With both front paws, I patted the corner until the envelope spun in a little circle, sliding across the bristly coir mat to show off its neat little stamp. Checking the morning post feels like important work, doesn't it?