Mystery parcel

Our neighbour met us excitedly on the doorstep.

"There's a parcel in the garage!"

We pushed on the garage door. No joy. Something was jammed up against it. I went round to the inside door, turned the handle. It wouldn't open. Something was jammed against it too.

Had someone delivered an elephant?

Eventually we got the garage door up just enough to crawl under. And found this. The longest parcel in history. The garage door is unlikely to recover.

I love getting parcels. I wonder if the anticipation is almost better than knowing what's inside.

What do you think?