Monday Muses
11/11/13
No Mail for Mitchell
By Catherine Siracusa
When I was younger, my parents read to me very often. I held a great collection of picture books that my parents read to me. I loved every single one of them. All of the picture books I held spoke to me in some way. I had books such as Oswald, Knuffle Bunny, a lot of Ezra Jack Keats books, but my favorite out of all of them was one of the first books I read to myself. The book was called, No Mail for Mitchell, by Catherine Siracusa.
The book told of a mail-dog named Mitchell, who was really good at delivering and receiving mail. Mitchell delivered all types of mail such as parcels, letters, magazines and cards. He delivered to everyone in his neighbor hood, everyone except one - himself. Everyday when he returned home form work, he checked his own mailbox, hoping to one day find something but he never did, he was the only one in the neighborhood who never received mail. Mitchell had an idea, he wrote himself a letter where he complemented himself about how good he was at delivering mail. He went out to send it, but it was a terrible day - It was very windy, raining and there was lighting. He sent the letter out and returned home feeling uneasy. The next day, he caught a cold and his boss, Mr. Beaver delivered the mail out for him. Mitchell was very sick and down and stayed in his house the whole day. Finally, at the end of the day, Mr. Beaver came to Mitchell with a great sack for him. Confused, Mitchell opened it and revealed letters and cards, all addressed to Mitchell. All of the cards were from his neighbors wishing him to feel better. Mitchell was ecstatic, he read every one! Immediately, he felt better and the next day, thanked all of his neighbors for their regards.
I wasn't very outgoing as a kid, I was actually very silent, it was kind of hard for me to make friends I guess. At school, the only people I would talk to were the people I already knew, being big didn't help much either. Even though I wasn't the person who sat with the big group at lunch, I did have a few friends. I remember one day in PE, we were playing a game, and my team was probably the worst. I remember not wanting to lose, and tried my hardest to win. My team won that game, really all thanks to me, and we went up the so-called "good team" and won. After this I was getting a lot of compliments from people who never even said hi to me before. I felt like Mitchell, alone, but than full of life, because I knew people did know me. Of course I made a few enemies who didn't like the idea that the person who no one knew was receiving their compliments, let alone was beaten by, still hate me to this day, but that's another story. Mitchell taught me to have faith, that I'm truly never ever alone.
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