My Box I have this box. It's a really cool box. It's full of colourful stickers and lots of scribbles. And it's got this lock that's just for show. But it's amazing. I like my box. You would like it too. But I'll tell you not to open it because it's my 'secret stuff' box. And of course you'll get curious and want to do anything to be alone with my box. I will let you, but you'll stay loyal and respect my one request not to open it - the first few times you two are alone. But soon you'll begin to sit and stare at it obessively, wondering about the content of my box. You will think that I don't notice - but I do, and I let you stare, let the curiosity breed from a larva to an uncontrolable beast - an alien. One day when I leave my room - leave you alone with my box - you'll launch forward, grab it in your warm grip and rip off the lid. When you're sent gibbering to the mental ward I'll smile at you with that knowingly smile. You will know that it was a trap - that I fed and warmer your curiosity until you lost control and thought that I was not just behind the door, watching you disobey my one request. And as I smile I'll tell you, remind you:" I told you not to open my box."