You wake up wide awake, the explosions of snow cannons echoing from your dreams. When the echoes don’t quiet down, you breathe a sound of relief; it was never the sound of the explosions that bothered you but the deafening silence afterwards. You realize that the bangs are indeed coming from the waking world, so you quickly get dressed, put on your Yellow and Green socks, and run to the front door. Opening it, you are greeted by dAnkan in a post worker’s uniform.
“Package delivery for” – dAnkan checks the information – “you.”
“When did you get a side hustle, boss? Is money that tight?” you wonder worriedly.
“Nope, but workforce is. Is this package for you or not?” dAnkan asks impatiently.
“Duh, you just said that it was. But what’s in it?”
“Can’t say, post worker’s honor,” dAnkan answers sacredly, doing some sort of secret greeting. “But I would advise you to open this box as soon as possible to not make Santa very mad. You also have to sign this receipt before I can hand it over.”
dAnkan extends a digital device towards you, flips through an impressive collection of word puzzles, before reaching the most wordly of them all.
“So I will get the package if I complete this puzzle?” you wonder.
“You’ll get a mouth full of snow if you don’t start signing soon, I’m freezing my parcels off out here!” grumbles dAnkan.
“But w-”
“No! This is the third act! I’ve already said something more important, so you don’t get to learn anything new. If you want to not get confused, you should make sure to say something of more importance.”
“I have a bunch of eggnot in the kitchen.”
“Oohh that is more important,” says dAnkan, waddling past and leaving you to the signing.