Abel was carrying the letter to the post box for his grandad, a job he took very seriously. As we got near, he looked up and said, ‘You have to help me.’
No question of his being unable to reach; it was a statement of fact: ‘You have to help me.’
No giving up because the slot was too high: ‘You have to help me.’
No getting angry at being set an impossible task: ‘You have to help me.’
There’s a lesson there which I won’t spell out!
(It wasn’t this box, but Abel would have enjoyed it as much as his Grandad did!)