The mailman circumnavigated the town of Cedar Junction each morning before anyone was awake. One day as the sun rose in an icy sky he saw something he had never seen before. Inside the mailbox at the Martin residence was a noise. It came out into his face in a steamy whisper: “Choooooaaahhhhh...”
That night he repeated it at the tavern and the bartender repeated it to his ailing mother. Each time it came out quiet, in a visible vapor. It caressed the old woman’s face and filled her droopy ears; then, for no real reason, she chuckled to herself.
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