Broken mailbox
So, they broke this poor mailbox. Someone forced their stubby little fingers, maybe even broke their nails while forcing the mailbox open only to see that there was nothing inside. It’s true, it was nothing inside, I checked for myself. Peeked into the brokenness with my staring eyes. The mailbox was empty, the mailbox contained nothing except the smell of old air pouring out from a broken mailbox. Someone broke this mailbox, and someone is regretting it now. They should have left that poor mailbox stay in it’s previously perfect, mint condition. Now it’s broken, forever. I pity the fool.
