Howdy. You lost or just walking?

I spend most of the day patrolling Nagüeles Country and counting down the minutes to my lunch break by the chocolate river.

Oh, right that reminds me! I need to check Pebbles the Postmaster’s boat submission for the Summer Chocolate River Boat Race.

She turned it in early this year, which is...concerning.

Last time she did that, she’d tied marshmallows to the sides and called them “decorative bumpers.”

She denied the flotation advantage. Instant disqualification.

If you’re joining the hike, just watch your step near the ridge.

I don’t usually have company, but you can join if you want. I forage most days, find new trails, pick herbs, that sort of thing. At this point, I probably know every moss patch in Nagüeles Country by name.

Do I like being alone?
...I guess so.

I once hid in a hollow log to avoid a town meeting. It was technically about the setting up the new railroad, but Pebbles The Postmaster always turns it into an hour-long gossip session.

Sully The Sheriff thought I was missing and launched a full search party.

I was in the log the whole time. They walked past me twice.

Hi! Are you here to post a letter?

Oh, me? I manage the mailroom and the town’s social life by writing the weekly newsletter - The Nagüeles Post - from the same desk, usually with chocolate hazelnut nut butter on my chin.

I’m overwhelmed most of the time and honestly? Nobody gets it. Like this morning, Sully the Sheriff asked how I knew he’d gotten a very stern written warning for “excessive midday snacking during public service hours.”

He was all, “You read my mail?”

Duh, how else does he think the Nagüeles Post stays relevant?
I need the gossip!