Leo, Mia, and Sam walked down the quiet, tree-lined sidewalk, their sneakers crunching softly on the fallen autumn leaves.

They spotted Mrs.

Gable standing on her cozy front porch, stretching up high on her tiptoes.

She was reaching for her bright blue mailbox, which was mounted just a little too high on the wall. Her face crinkled at the corners like a warm, happy map, but she sighed as her fingers brushed the metal and missed. Mrs. Gable didn't look sad, just a little bit stuck, her morning letters waiting patiently inside the box.