Thundering along on big stumpy legs was a dodongo of a fairly familiar shade of red, holding a white envelope in a pair of tiny hands, which didn't look at all like they truly belonged to the large, bulky beast. Neither did the expression on his scaly face, which was that of nervousness and apprehension, as though there was something he had to be afraid of. Well, there might be.

At the sight of Max coming up the road toward the school, the dodongo froze in his tracks, eyes wide, his jaw nearly dropping to the ground.