Morning Delivery

The brass letterbox snapped open with a sharp clatter, dropping three glossy envelopes right onto the coconut doormat? A summons for immediate postal sorting! I trotted down the hall and planted myself squarely on the stack to establish order? A slight misjudgment of friction—the slick paper immediately hydroplaned across the bristly fibers! My long belly flattened right out, skidding forward until my chin bumped gently against the wooden doorframe? Did I lose composure? Absolutely not! I relaxed into the slide, locking the scattered letters securely beneath my plush torso? Any stray draft sneaking beneath the door is officially blocked, and the post is held under high-security padding?