The Junk Box – p.3

January 10, 2013 at 11:04 pm 1 comment

The boy tried to turn the box over to dump it out, but its contents shifted when he moved and he couldn’t seem to flip it without putting intense strain on his arms. He grunted and huffed, but the box thwarted his every effort. Next he tried throwing it, but found to his horror that it was stuck fast to his hands.

He tried slinging, tossing, chucking, and pitching but he could not get rid of the box. His arms and shoulders ached and he wondered how he would eat dinner or go to school with a box of junk permanently attached to his hands. Despairing, he sank down to his knees and cursed his luck. As he let the box touch the ground, the tingle in his hands subsided, and he found he was no longer stuck.

The kid ran home, leaving most of the things he’d found, vowing never to go down that street again…but told his friends on the bus the next morning all about the strange box, and all the cool things in it.

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