Once upon a time, there was a mail truck. This truck delivered letters and all kinds of parcels to people. It drove in the heat, in the cold, in the rain and in the snow. It even went out when it was icy and the road was slippery—well, as slippery as ice.
In one village, George’s mom ordered some medicine from the pharmacy. George was sick, and she didn’t have a car to go pick it up, so she had it sent by mail. The mail truck loaded the parcel with the medicine and set out on its journey.
“It sure is slippery today,” the truck thought to itself as it was crawling up the hill.
Around a bend, it ran into a red car stuck in the snow off the road.
“Hey, Mail Truck, where are you heading?” mumbled the red car from the snow.
“I have to deliver an important parcel,” said the Mail Truck.
“You’d better not go anywhere. Just look at how slippery it is. I slid off the road into the ditch, and now I have to wait for my friend the Tractor to come pull me out.”
“But I really have to go. Don’t worry, I can do it,” said the Mail Truck determinedly as it was slowly driving down the road.
About halfway to the village, the Mail Truck met a huge truck. The truck was standing by the roadside and couldn’t get up the hill.
“Hey, mail truck, where are you going? There’s ice everywhere!” the truck exclaimed.
“I have to deliver an important parcel,” said the Mail Truck.
“Oh. I’m also delivering something important. I’m bringing food to the store so people can buy groceries. But I’ll probably be late, because I can’t get up this hill.”
“I have to go. too. So, good luck. In a little while, my friend Tractor will be driving by—he’ll be sure to help you.”
The Mail Truck drove on. It went down a steep hill, its wheels spinning so much it started to get scared.
“I’m going too fast,” thought the truck, and it began to brake. But that was a mistake, because when you brake hard on ice, the wheels just slide even more.
Suddenly, the truck saw that it was sliding into the ditch. It slipped off the road straight into a blanket of snow. At least it was soft, but getting out was impossible.
“Oh no, now I won’t deliver the parcel on time. By the time the Tractor gets here, it’ll be evening already,” the Mail Truck fretted.
It was just about to start crying when it heard someone driving by. It was a big red truck with a blue flashing light on top.
“Mail Truck, we’re coming to help you!” called the red truck and honked its horn.
The Mail Car realized it was the firefighters! They quickly helped it get out of the snow and back onto the road.
“Thank you, firefighters! Thank you so much!”
“You’re welcome. Helping others is our job,” said the firefighters. “We have to keep going. A tree fell on the road near the town, and we need to help there, too,” With their siren on, drove away.
The Mail Truck drove more carefully now and happily made it to the village. It delivered the parcel to George’s mom.
“Thank you, Mail Truck. Now George will surely feel better since he has the right medicine.”
The Mail Truck was proud of itself for managing to deliver the important parcel. It happily made it back to the post office, parked in the warm garage and rested so it would have enough strength for its next adventure, whenever someone needed something important delivered.