The supernatural beings who live in the Imagination Stations out back have been complaining because they haven’t been able to receive mail. We all know complaining about the mail service is a time-honoured activity among Canadian humans, but now the pixies, fairies, trolls, sprites, elves, hobs, imps, and others who sleep in the Imagination Stations have got into the act. They visited their MP and expressed outrage. They called the Toronto Sun.

OK, I’ve bowed to their complaints. The squeaky wheel gets the grease, right? I’ve looked into this and determined as their landlord, I’m responsible for providing an approved mail receptacle. It is done. You may commence sending mail to the Imagination Stations at your leisure.