My favourite time of day

I love this time of day, when that man with the big bag comes by on the back of his strange animal. I always hear him coming from a long way away and I run up and down impatiently, waiting for him. I never learn my lesson though, because everytime he stops at our gate, I NEVER have the breath to say "hello" to him.
I think he is one of my best friends, if only he would smile and wave at me sometimes, I'd be so happy! For now I content myself to greet him enthusiastically when he stops by! My very best friend for life...