Beorn and I are here at home and the doorbell rings. It's a mailman with a parcel. Not expecting anything, I greet him and prepare to tell him it must have been mislabled.
Looking at the lable I see it is addressed to me.
From the UK.
Say what?
I don't recognize the name on the return address, especially since the first name given is only an initial, except possibly as a famous American comedian. And the return address makes no sense to me. I can't even tell what city in the UK the parcel came from.
I accept the parcel, come inside, and slowly open it, taking care to reserve the mailing lable in case I need it to return what ever it is.
The carton is filled with bubble wrap. On top is a handwritten note, in much better penmenship than I'll ever have. It says...
OMGs...Hey Menolly!
I hope you like Eastern dragons as much as you like Western ones! The one with the orb is called 'Gin' & the one without, 'Ger.'
Hope you like them.
Stonemaybe.
*tears*
Inside are two beautiful dragon figurines. They shall take a place of honor among the few collectibles I have.
Stoney...
Thank you.
I don't know why you chose to send these to me, but they are beautiful.
Now...how did you get my address? That's one bit of information we have not exchanged.
