"We can meet the chickens." He nodded his head, wondering who he would write a letter too. Maybe he could write a letter to his mom. Though he couldn't write yet so maybe he would do something easier like... draw her a nice picture of his new home. "I can draw a picture for my mom so she knows I'm okay. She never watched Postman Pat with me but she likes heavy metal and boys."

And while she wasn't allowed to have contact with her son, Gideon had yet to fully process that in his head.

As Pat delivered the letters, Gideon bounced in his seat. "They got the postcard!"