After a series of problems with my email account refusing to send missives, I hit upon the idea of using carrier pigeons. And so, to that end, I liberally spread breadcrumbs around on my windowsill. But, after a few days had only managed to attract some ratty looking seagulls, a pair of field mice and a rather desperate looking cat (though I think he was hanging about with a view to catching pigeons too, rather than in it for the bread).

So, after much musing, I began sellotaping feathers to mice and, after a few faltering starts and the occasional squeak-filled plummet, I give you: Mouse Mail. Our first carrier is named Terrence, he comes equipped with a compass, an obtuse sense of direction and is capable of carrying missives of up to 3 oz (though the heavier they are, the longer he takes to fly/drag them).

Hear that squeaky flapping at the window? That could be him. Quick run, run to the window and let him in…

I imagine this is how the Wicked Witch of the West felt the day she got her first flying monkeys.

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In black and blue-black ball point pen on cartridge and printer paper.