The Box
It’s big. It’s black. It’s an old box. What’s in there? Nobody knows. But one person claims to know. Mr.Mayo. Does it really belong to him. Or did he steal it from an old woman traveling to Uruagay. Offering to help her put it in the taxi and then, running off to show it to his eight grade classses claiming it was his. Or is it his family’s, passed on from generation to generation with no one opening it. Mr.Mayo might breaking maybe 1000 years of tradition opening it for us. Will he really do it or stall everytime he gets a chance to. Nobody truthly knows until we open it.
