i actually was terrified of the mailbox monster until i discovered that it was more afaid of me than i was of it. i had images in my head of a great, scaly arm, reaching from each mailbox, and when i walked the dog at night, i would zigzag down the street, keeping the furthest distance between me and any mailbox possible. Size of mailbox factored in too: isn't it true that a larger, scalier and more malevolent arm could lie in a bigger mailbox? so i would swerve down the middle of the street, mosquito-bit, with the husky on a leash...

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