Popsicles to England: Part I

Dedicated to JL because he was the only one who truly paid attention...

She walked down the road to her mailbox and opened it up, expecting nothing more than an ordinary day of junk catalogues and bills. She was surprised to find an ordinary brown paper package awaiting her. She carried it back down the street and placed the rest of the mail on the table, carrying the package with her to her room.

Sitting on her bed, she looked at the package, awaiting some indication of the sender. With the Unabomber in the news these days, you could never be too careful. She jiggled it softly, hoping to destroy any internal mechanisms inside which would trigger disaster, then let all caution go by the wayside, ripping the wrapping and tape with fervor.

What awaited her inside was beyond anything she could possibly have imagined. A silly looking stuffed cat, white, lay in the box. A peculiar purple sticky substance was on its back, matting and staining its "fur." Upon closer inspection, she found a popsicle stick and deduced wisely that a popsicle had melted into the cat. She stared at the box, perplexed. Then she re-examined the wrapping, but found no evidence of anything extraordinary occuring. Sighing with disappointment, she took the whole mess and stashed it under her bed.

Over the next few days, she continued to receive more packages. By far, the most perplexing was a dead fish wrapped in Saran Wrap. Fortunately it had been wrapped quite well, and no fish odor eminated throughout the room. She kept all the packages which had come--the grass clippings, the rubber chicken, the pink plastic flamingo lawn ornaments, even the single orange sock. The fish she decided to maintain in the freezer.

Finally, she opened the day's box and found a pair of tickets to a Yankees game, dated the following Tuesday. Wondering even more what was going on, she decided to at least go down to the city and see who arrived at the game. She packaged all the things she had received and even put the now frozen fish in a little cooler to tote him as well. She drove off into the sunset, awaiting whatever strange monster would greet her at the game...

What will happen next? Read all about it in Part II.

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