your ninja way

i imagine a scene where everyone wears a plastic mask to school, to work, at home. no one is allowed to raise their tones or allowed to take it off. no one is allowed to eat together. no one is to know your true identity. is that how a ninja works.

an old postman looks through his stack of mail and cycles past an old asylum. he reads the postcard that was sent and decides to deliver it personally to the person. they decide to go on a holiday. stealing cookies from the jar, paper bags head and just plain old dumbness.