You weren't too happy that Jesper Johansson, the new lousy postman of Smearensburg, involved you in his plan to get letters. He'd redirected the children to you so they could learn to write. Safe to say, things weren't peachy.

So, you confronted him. You gripped his collar in your fists, your glare making him shrink a little under you. He seemed quite confused, holding his hands up in surrender. "Woah— what's happening?"