The Slithery Package by McKenna
“I would like a pack of assorted flowers stamps please.” Ordered Mrs. Paisley. “Yes, Miss. Paisley, right away.” Answered Willow Parrington. She walked over to the stamps.
She really hated her part time Post Office job- She really did. But she had to work to satisfy her urge to splurge. She handed her the stamps. She was so tired... of work! As she laid her head down on her desk she started to dream of walking in to the 'youth exsplosion' in those gorgeous red heels. But that was months away and she still didn’t have the money for it. Suddenly, bursting the dream, a tall, older man with tan clothing walked in.
She ran to the front desk. “Hello, how may I help you?” Willow asked. “Mm, well, my name is Professor Prunting. I am waiting for a huge package that is addressed to me.” He answered. “Yes sir, it came in this morning. I’ll get it.” She quickly replied, As she started going towards the back. She walked in and spotted the box. “It won’t hurt to take a peek inside...” She mumbled to herself.
When she lifted up the top, she wanted to scream, she wanted to run, but all she could do was stand there in shock. Suddenly, a hand came and rested on her shoulder……
It was the Manager. “Why did you open someone else’s package!?!?” She demanded. “I… I… am sorry! But look what’s inside! SNAKES!” Willow screamed. The professor heard her. He stepped in. “My SNAKES! THEY ARE EVERYWHERE! PICK THEM UP! FIND THEM!” He screamed. “I will never touch one of them!” Willow cried. So the professor picked them up himself and put them in their box.
“Those are rare species of snakes imported from Tanzania! They are not poisonous. That’s why they are rare. They can hardly defend themselves. Now good day!” He blurted out as he picked up the box and stomped out.
“Good Job, Willow. Now you got yourself fired. Sorry but I have to fire you.” Said the manager. “FIRED! NOOO! I NEED THE MONEY!” Willow cried. “I am very sorry Willow, but I HAVE to fire you, dear; so I will give you a farewell present. Here, take these red shoes.” Said the Manager.
Willow looked at the shoes in her hands. They were the shoes she was saving up for! “How did you know I wanted them?” Asked Willow. “Well,” Joked the Manager. “You always talk about them!”
The End
I am going to write another story about the red shoes so just keep watching for it.
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Her Face,..
Her Body 
Her wings.. 
Her Butterflys. 
