I'm not sure words can express just how much office-wide delight this led to on a mid-week afternoon, so why I don't I show you?
Pinata Destiñy, in case you were wondering, looks a bit like this:
It also looks like this:
And something like this:
And, finally, of course, it looks like this:
Those of you who like happy endings to stories will be glad to know that aside from a now-wobbly waistline, the piñata came through his ordeal fairly intact, all things considered (perhaps he should be glad his Destiny involved a mailing tube and not a baseball bat?)
He has now taken up residence in my office, where I'm thinking that his courage in the face of danger has earned him the title of My New Intern. I mean, after staring down a roomful of people bent on his demise, I'm thinking that filing and tackling my stacks of submissions should seem quite tame in comparison, right?