Olympia. Getting started

Is it a bird?

Is it a plane?

No, it's a flying squirrel!

And not just a flying squirrel, it's a postman!

Just look at the agility with which he jumps through the trees! It's as if the branches are mere stepping stones for him! Here he is on an alder tree, and there he is on a poplar tree. Now he picked a couple of acorns from an old oak tree for lunch. And now, he is on the high fir tree, which only recently had its Christmas decorations removed.

Now he has jumped onto a skyscraper (he is in the Central Area, after all, and there are many of them)! In one window, he saw hamsters in costumes, tapping with their paws on keyboards and eating delicious doughnuts. And in another window, he saw a Scottish Fold fixing a sink pipe.

But he wasn't just looking out the windows. He was looking at the street, too!

Here he saw a pink poodle with the most fashionable hairstyle and coat, and the same trendy jewellery. It had to be more than just a poodle. It was probably some kind of celebrity or at least the main attraction at the Olympianet.

Then there was a cat, nothing special or remarkable. It looked like it wanted to ask the poodle something, but the pooch immediately chased it off. Yeah, must be exhausting to have all those fans (and not just fans) following you around.

But now, the flying squirrel has reached the main building of the entire Olympia — Maison Blanche. It translates from French as "White House," but it is not a house at all, but a grand castle. That's where the Government of Olympia lives and works. I wonder what the squirrel needed? It's probably because of the letter... or parcel... or maybe even a love letter? Oh, the mystery!

But then, a squirrel knocked on the window... A grey-black-and-white beast opened it.

"There are letters for you from Olympia!" the squirrel chirped, dropping the envelopes into the beast's paw.

But what kind of beast is this? I'll explain now.

His name is Roni the Racoon, and he's the assistant to the Winter Master of Ceremonies.

He can only be described in one word: jerkass. Or no, like that: JEEEERKAAAASS! And not just a jerkass, he is the jerkassest of all the jerkasses in the world gathered together. But what can you do? He's from New York State, and that explains a lot.

"Well, thank you, little squirrel..." Roni grumbles as he takes the envelope, his furry tail swiping the dust off the windowsill.

The raccoon quickly walked over to his desk. He was tired of his job, but it was better than the dumpster diving he did in Lake Placid. The room was decorated with posters of the 1980 Winter Olympics, starkly contrasting the modern office furniture.

"And so, let's see what's in there?" Roni mumbled to himself, ripping open the envelopes with his sharp claws. "Spam. Spam. More spam. It looks great, but it's still spam. Ah, what's this?" He pulled out a letter with an official seal and a stamp from Lindenville.

"I need everyone to know this!" Roni exclaimed, holding up the letter with the Lindenville seal.

He instantly ran out of his room. He wandered around the building, looking for someone to tell first.

Meanwhile, Amik, the Summer Master of Ceremonies, was reading a newspaper in his office. Well, at least he tried to. Minkbeaver was loitering next to him.

"And then, Mr. McDowell was telling Jared that giving the middle finger to Mrs. Schmidt was not just rude, it was also illegal!" said Amik's kid, repeating the latest school gossip.