Number 13.
The postman dreaded number thirteen.
Not that he was really superstitious or anything, but there was a certain thing about number thirteen that he wasn’t particularly keen on. He had a letter to deliver, and the thing was in the garden.
He posted the other letters in the road first, and then it was time to face his greatest fear.
He opened the gate, and stepped on the first flagstone of the crazy paved path. The first one was fine, but all of the others were unsteady, and if he wasn’t careful, the thing would trip him up.
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