doodling outside the box

Box measured 3x2x3 and had sidewalls the thickness of heavy corrugated cardboard. Its shiny green sides led up to a 4 flap lid. Now it moved, carried by four squat feet that lifted and propelled from beneath.

It was followed by a half naked and very dirty young boy.

“Joseph? What in the world is that, and have it wipe its feet before coming into the kitchen.”

“Mom, it followed me home; can I keep it?” The box and boy bounced excitedly.
She looked it over good, top to bottom and back up again. “Joseph, will you feed it and wash it and take it for walks? And keep it off your father, you know how allergic he is.”

“Oh yes, mama! Thank you.” Joseph wandered out to the yard, followed by his new friend. Mom could see them from the window over the sink. She washed dishes and watched the dirty boy toss rocks into the air; the young box was agile for its size and flipped up its lid, catching every stone.

“Let's play rocket ship,” said Joseph, and he grabbed the space helmet, which fit perfectly on the small boy's head.

The box opened its top and the boy hauled himself over the side.

“Joseph, no!” his mom called from the window, but to no avail.
“Gulp; burp,” and goodbye boy.
“Joseph, you know you'll spoil your dinner! Wait until your father gets home,” scolded box mom.
“Aw, ma!”

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