Each month, I buy a book of twenty stamps. I create twenty post cards. I write twenty short stories about them. I send them to twenty strangers. This is the twenty stamps project.

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Thursday, August 6, 2015

Drinks on Me



For as long as any bird could remember, mankind had provided birds with lovely baths in which to clean themselves and quench their thirst after long days of singing.  This service was provided to the birds as far as they could tell with no expectation of future repayment. No terms or conditions. Just free water, even in times of drought.

“Why do you think they do it?” asked a young sparrow named Willsley.

“Who knows?” said her mother. “Why does the sun shine? Why do cats chase us? It is simply their nature.”

Willsley thought that so great and selfless a service as humanity had provided to them since time immemorial ought to be rewarded. But how? What token of gratitude could one bird offer? And with no hands besides? That is when Willsely Sparrow had her great idea. She first campaigned locally, building a reputation as a fair minded city alderman, then using that position to leverage a city councilwoman nomination, then mayor, governor, U.S. senator, and finally President of the United States. Her legacy of social programs and fiscal responsibility was well received on both sides, but to her mind, her greatest achievement was her system of national public water fountains and bathrooms, repaying the debt she felt her people long owed humanity.


- Originally mailed to P.M. in Mississippi

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