8 am, Saturday, you are sleeping at home. Suddenly the silence in your room is interrupted by a loud knock on the roof of your house. The knock is so strong that your walls begin to shake, and objects in the room shift from their usual places. You jump out of your bed and run to the window to see what is happening. Your window shows you only the huge muscles on the legs of the one who came to you. The huge hand of the one who came, holds a chain on which hangs a huge mail truck. And you see all this in the window of the second floor.
- MAIL!!!
This voice was heard somewhere outside the house, which of course prompted you to immediately open the window of your house. Your mailman is a huge Dragonite, whose size significantly exceeds the size of your house. Leaning out the window you see his tired face.
- Good morning!!!
The wish of good morning sounded quite angry and irritable. If there was an ordinary person standing in front of you, you would be dissatisfied with such an address to you. But this is a completely different case. This guy can easily deprive you of your home, with one kick, and it is this fact that makes you swallow such an unpleasant communication of the service staff. In fact, it is difficult for you to say anything at all seeing such a monster in front of you.
-D... Good morning...
You literally squeezed this simple phrase out of yourself. Dragonite looked at you with a tired look, lifted the truck a little higher, opened its rear doors, and putting his hand inside the car began to apologize to you.
- Sorry for my early visit to your house. You have received a letter...
With these words, the dragon takes out a blue bag.
- So... This mail is not for your area...
Dragonite muttered, continuing to look for the right bag.
- Here you go...
The dragon said, taking out a brown bag. Having looked at the road adjacent to your house, the dragon carefully parked his truck on the roadway. After that, he opened the bag and began to look for that very letter. This lasted for 2 minutes, during which time Dragonite exhaled several times, with each second his eyebrows dropped lower and lower, and his movements became more and more abrupt and irritable. You do not want to see how angry this powerful postman is, so you start a light conversation with him, which obviously calms him down. He tells you that his working day lasts 17 hours already, about how he flew for mail to another continent, and about how he was scolded by a grandmother from the next street for trampling flowers. In the end, you enter his position, and say that you understand him perfectly. Around this moment, the dragon finds your tiny envelope, and holding it on the tip of his blunted claws, hands it to you. - Sorry again... I hope I didn't ruin your morning...
With these words, the dragon put the bag in the car, closed the doors and, to your amazement, lifted the truck again by the handles on the chains.
- Everything is fine, thank you Dragonite.
The dragon waved his hand at you, and sharply flapping his wings, flew high into the sky.
Of all this, only one moment remained unclear to you. How did this giant manage to land next to your house without waking you up?