So you put the packages in the mail and off they go you can feel them rattling around in the trucks. One by one they get delivered to their places the mailboxes where donations have been received, notes of encouragement you imagine, you can feel them sitting there in the mailboxes. You are here, hard, deep in the earth, in your lair, legs crossed, blood on the antlers, and as soon as you feel fingers on the packages you can't help it you let them go off.