Good morning. Have a good writing day, and here's a Message to start you off:
Once upon a time there was a little box with nothing in it, but it didn’t like being empty and light and wished it could be fuller and heavier. And as the little box grew into a medium-size box, and then into a big box, more and more things collected inside. But the box began to feel so heavy and full it was frightened it would be stuck in one place and unable to move an inch. Then the box began to wish it could be a little box again with none of the weight and clutter inside, light enough to skim across the floor if someone nudged it with a foot, maybe light enough to lift in a wind.
So, the box wished. And wished. And wished. And nothing happened. It carried on wishing so hard that its sides ached but still nothing happened.
Then the box had an idea – it tried opening its lid wide. At first this was very difficult, it was stiff from being closed up for such a long time and its cardboard flaps groaned as they stretched and tried to close back down, but after a while they became more flexible and stayed open.
When the first things started to leave, the box felt sad. They had been there for a very long time and it had become used to their shape, the way they fitted snugly against everything else. But as more and more things left the box became excited – it felt lighter and started to move its flaps. It believed it would become so light that it might fly.
But it didn’t. And after a while the box began to feel empty and light and it wished it could be fuller and heavier. And it wished. And wished. And wished.