Hello there, it’s Jack! It’s finally my turn to speak, now that His Highness Cody started.

So once Cody got tired of laughing, he helped his burrito-looking brother get out of the hammock. That is, he almost ripped up the entire thing. Then we exchanged a glance and tossed the broken pieces into the garbage can, casting furtive looks around like we were getting rid of a murder victim.

It was dark inside the house. The windows had been covered with white cotton curtains to keep us fresh. (Insert bad joke here). We crossed the living room without seeing anybody. Our mom was probably upstairs. Our dad was giving a lecture at his university, something about a guy called Golding.

The letter envelope was on the wood dining room table. It was big. Kind of like Baloo’s belly in The Jungle Book. You know, when he starts shaking his booty while picking up bananas.

Cody and I both jumped on the envelope.

‘It’s MINE!’ screamed Cody. ‘My name is written first!’

‘That’s ridiculous!’

It finally appeared before our eyes. In all its weird splendor.

‘What the hell?!’ exclaimed Cody.

This was nothing like we expected. Who could be crazy enough to send stuff like that to strangers?