It was another day in the town of Welcome Home, meaning it was a day oozing with fun and imaginative serendipity. And just like any other day, the mailman was on the go, getting to every house with mail from all sorts of places.

“Ooooh no!” At least, he was trying to. Scrambling to catch letters that were being carried by the breeze was Eddie Dear, the town’s only mailman. And a rather struggling one at that, despite his effort. Charging after the letter vigorously, Mr. Dear managed to catch it, tumbling down a beautiful hill. “Haah…Haah…at this point…I oughta nail these things to the palm of ma hands if this keeps up.”

Eddie panted, picking himself up and surveying his surroundings, hoping no one saw his outrageous fall.