The worn wooden box sat on the floor for days.  It was a large box with wooden slats that had splinters sticking out.  Several times I scratched my leg as I tried to ease past it.  There was no sign on the box alluding to its contents…none-the-less I wondered.  My curiosity was getting the best of me.  I tried moving the box with my right foot, scarring the beautiful wood floor.  I only managed to scratch the floor.  Darnit, that would mean fixing the floor, more work.  Nothing rattled inside of the box, it seemed to be solid.  Driven by more curiosity, I bent over to lift the box from the floor.  No dice, I couldn’t budge it.  I worked out at the gym regularly, this box was a huge challenge.  I stared at the box, walked around it, looking for a place where I could pry open the box. 

“Damn,” I said to no one in particular.  “Who does this darned box belong to?  Where does it come from, and what is inside of it?”  At that moment Hubble walked into the room.  He looked at me with his hands on his hips.  He stood in the doorway with a smirk on his face.

The first question out of his mouth, “hey, girl, what’s in the box?”  I looked at him like he was crazy.  How the heck should I know?”

“I just thought,” he stuttered, meeting my gaze.

In exasperation I took a deep breath and rolling my eyes, “Hubble, I have no idea what’s in that box.  I don’t even know who it belongs to, or where it came from.  It’s been here for nearly a week.”

"Well,"  he said, " don’t you think we should open and see what’s inside?"

“How?”

“Simple,” he said with a smile on his face and a mischevious  gleem in his eyes.  "We’re going to pry it open with a crowbar.”