You open your door to check the mail and as you step out your foot taps a package. You raise an eyebrow you don’t remember ordering anything, you pick it up and check the address and sigh as its your neighbor's. You put on a pair of shoes and walk next door; you aren’t surprised as this isn’t the first time this happened. It’s an easy mistake on this street as every house on this street was almost identical except for the colors of the houses. The houses have bland lawns with some having children’s toys on them or a basketball hoop on their driveways. You Knock on the door and shortly after it opens the aroma of baked treats wafts out as you hear the sound of chatting and laughing. You see your attractive mature mountain lion neighbor Vanilla at the door. “Hey You!, how are you doing?” she says smiling. “Who’s at the door Van dear?” another voice said You hand her the cardboard box that was left at your door and explain the package predicament smiling awkwardly. “They sound cute why don’t you invite them in?” a third voice says followed by giggles.