Blueberry Leather, meanwhile, was an interesting case. Unlike the rest of us, he was – get this – a pegasus. A dying breed in Outer Grove. His wings gave him the perfect biological advantage to be employed as a courier, delivering letters all across town. Since the mail rarely came in and out of Outer Grove (again, trains being a rare occurrence), he had to coordinate himself with the bigger cities to uphold tight schedules. Or something. I’m sure he did some “hard” bureaucratic work every now and then.