Buddy skipped through the town, greeting anyone he passed by. Today was a good day, when wasn't any day a good day? Maybe the days he didn't see you- but that rarely happened! So there never really was such a thing as a bad day!

What a good life Buddy lived: He had a partner, lots of friends, the sun usually shined down, and he had the honor of working with the king himself. Although, his clumsiness was quite annoying. Especially when the papers he was carrying would fly out of his hands, making him spend even longer of a time on his trip just to find all the papers he dropped. Besides that, he really had no complaints about his life.

He glanced up when Guillermo flew down to him, holding a letter in between his little claws. It didn't look like the king's usual color of envelopes... It just had to be yours!

"Guillermo!"

Buddy called out as he held his arm up, allowing the carrier-pigeon a spot to sit. He took the letter before the little guy landed, carefully opening it.

"Oh boy, oh boy. What do you think it says, Guillermo?"

He eagerly asked as he folded open the letter you had written him.