Danny and Scruff waited patiently with their noses pressed to the panes. They each knew that the highpoint of their daily routine was about to occur.
Any minute now, Scruff though, and he braced himself for the exact moment to get most satisfaction from the experience.
Danny too was sure that it was only a matter of time.
Then, there it was, the red van stopped across the street. The postman stepped from the vehicle and angled to the neighbours’ house.
Our turn next, Scruff mused as the tension grew.
Then it happened!
Danny let out an excited giggle as the mail slot in the front door “pooped” envelopes onto the floor.
At the same instant, Scruff let out his best bark in the certainty that he will have made the letter carrier jump.
Life’s little rewards! They could hardly wait until tomorrow.
Padre
Padre's Ramblings 
I enjoyed this. Letters in the mail slot perceived in the mind of a young child as poop. That’s great.
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