Aug 24, 2010 16:13
He was furious. He really was, stomping around in circles outside of his house. Kicking up dirt, punching the wall, and strangely, clutching his hat. He was aware that the returning of his hat had something to do with the losing of his voice, but he hadn't been in town long enough to suspect the postman, of all people.
His voice was opening and closing, forming words, but the only thing that came out was silence and air. From the look on his face, he was shouting quite adamantly, and it was either quite funny, or quite scary, to witness.
postman,
hat,
would love some tags,
mayfield