Hi, my name is Maily, and I’m a mailbox, as you can see.  I’m here today to tell you a story about me and Miss Lonely Heart, my owner.  Please pay attention.

I have always lived my life in extreme sadness.  I might be just a mailbox, but I have feelings too (as strange as this may seem to you).  My owner, Miss Lonely Heart, is not a bad person, I know her well.  But she hates me, and that’s what makes me feel so bad.  On the other hand, who could blame her?  What did I give her all these years?  Only boring and unwanted mail, lots of it.  Miss Lonely Heart even used to call them “junk”, and let me tell you something…

- Psssst! Down here!  This is just between you and me.  This junk could be really dirty sometimes…  

As I was saying… hey!!!  Where are you??  You can come up now, that’s OK!  

So, as I was saying, I was the most miserable thing in the world because I knew I was totally useless, a trash can that would never be able to give Miss Lonely Heart a little cheer.  Until one day…