Henry opened his bedroom door to find a box sitting on his bed. It wasn’t his birthday or even a holiday. Yet, there sat a box. He sat down next to it almost afraid to touch it. What strange and wonderful thing could this box hold? Could it contain a key to something bigger or merely be small in size but large in value?
Just as Henry decided to pick up the box, his mother yelled from the other room, “Has anyone seen my box of laxatives I got in the mail? I know I put it down somewhere!”