Pip and the Mailbox Village
Behind the old mailbox on Birch Lane lived a village of tiny folk. They were no taller than a thumbtack. A small girl named Pip was in charge of the mail.
Each morning, Pip tugged on a stamp the size of a tablecloth and hauled it into the village square. Letters were as big as barn doors to them. They used the paper to make walls and the stamps to make colorful flags.
One day, a heavy package fell into the mailbox with a thud. It blocked the door. The village had no way out, and the morning light could not get in.
Pip called everyone together. "We cannot move it alone," she said. "But if we all push, we can."
Forty tiny folk lined up. Pip counted, "One, two, three, push!" The package slid just far enough for a ray of sun to shine in.
The next morning, the mail carrier found a thank-you note in a tiny hand, a smaller note than any she had ever seen.