On a day that I was expecting a parcel an intercept happened…

The postal van arrived and before the mail delivery person could blink, a two-legged, two-handed rocket shot out and intercepted the box that was being delivered. What was most unfortunate was that the interceptor could read. So, even though the recipient's name was for someone else the interceptor saw that the parcel was loudly advertising its possible contents. The end result? Because a certain date was fast approaching the interceptor knew, just knew, that the parcel was really for them. 

From this surveillance a birthday card was born.