“Sister Agnus!” the postmaster yelped, as the nun fell in a rumpled heap onto the floor. The children began shrieking as mass hysteria broke out.
“Oh dear!” The postman rushed to her side.
“She’s deaaaad!” Screamed a little girl with pigtails.
“What about my letter?” Mortimer called above the insanity. “Have you made your decision? I do suspect you shall choose to be Sir Revere, though your distraction does obligate me to call into question your level of patriotism!”
“You i***t!” The post-man looked up from the unconscious nun, “call the doctor, quick!”
“I can see that naughty man’s bottom!”
“Why are his panties yellow?”
“This letter must leave today in order to get to Chicago on time!”
“Because he peed in them!”
“Hey mister, why’s your butt hanging out?” A little brown-haired
