One Man's Quest to Combat Nuked Mailbags: Arnulfo Buys a Plane

In the quiet and usually uneventful town of Bristol, where the most extreme thing to occur was the spirited annual bake-off, things took a sudden and unexpected aerial turn. Unbeknownst to many, a new superhero was in the making, disguised as a local postman named Arnulfo. You see, Bristol’s quiet existence was blown to smithereens – quite literally - when its mailbags started exploding. High ranking officials were at a loss, the town's mayor broke out in a perpetual sweat, and the chaos of singed parcels and charred envelopes left a gaping hole in Bristol's serenity. And in swoops Arnulfo, on a quest to restore order with the help of his newly acquired shiny airplane.

Arnulfo with his plane

No, this wasn't an impulsive Amazon purchase gone awry or a result of an overly convincing infomercial. Arnulfo's decision to buy an airplane in response to the nuclear disaster was as meticulously calculated as a chess grandmaster's final move. Why, you ask? Well, our postman-hero Arnulfo had his reasoning behind the plane. You see, in his words, "Send mail via air, no more despair!"

At this point, you might wonder whether poor Arnulfo had inhaled too much exploded-mail soot. Fear not, dear readers. Instead, let us delve into Arnulfo's rationale, into his genius plan that would make Elon Musk tear up with pure admiration.

Arnulfo's strategy was as complex as it was simple - delivering mail by air, thus fully bypassing the cursed, explosion-prone mail bags. His trusty airplane, now aptly named the "Airmail One", was to become Bristol's modern-day Pegasus, the messenger of the gods, delivering parcels and letters high above the chance of spontaneous combustion.

Airmail One in action

Now remember, Arnulfo had no previous flying experience. But the sight of him calmly taking a "Flight for Dummies" manual and a pair of aviator goggles as he ascended the plane's ladder for his maiden voyage, convinced even the most cynical Bristol citizen that he just might be onto something. That, or the man was a sublime performance artist.

After several flight attempts that can be best described as "dodgy", Arnulfo got the hang of flying. From then on, envelopes with the whiff of altitude and packages with handwritten apologies for biplane oil stains became the new norm in Bristol. There was an unexpected benefit too: the stray nuked mailbag piece or the occasional letter ejecting from the plane mid-flight became the 'new birds' for the local cats to chase, much to their delight.

Bristol citizens watching Arnulfo's postal delivery

Arnulfo's airmail operation faced its own challenges. Weather forecasts became even more crucial for Bristol folks, though not for the reasons we might suspect. It wasn't because they were interested in planning their outfits for the day, but rather so they would know whether to carry an umbrella for rain or a helmet for mis-aimed airmail packages. Despite the occasional head-on altercation with the postman's delivery straight from heaven, the residents were just grateful that their all-important Amazon orders arrived without smelling like a bonfire.

With the town’s newfound high-flying postal service, Arnulfo has become a local hero, answering the call of duty in his own uniquely Arnulfo way. And so we salute you, Arnulfo, the pioneering airmail postman, flying high and dutifully delivering mail, all while bringing a smile to the faces of Bristol residents and working tirelessly to combat the menacing problem of nuked mailbags. Bravo, Arnulfo. Bravo.