The red box sat on the toadstool tempting as a strawberry. Next to it was its twin, less noticeably brown. Herp The-Not-So-Clever Dwarf pondered this boxy mystery as the woodsy-shadows grew longer. Even his ever-wandering eye stopped wandering; mesmerized.
“What do you suppose is inside?” he asked Derp, his twin brother.
Derp was rear-to-him and busy wrestling a salamander from under a log.
“Whatever you do, don’t open them,” he grunted.
Too late. Herp had vanished into the woods, a flurry of scurrying feet wailing like a siren as the contents of the red box pondered Derp’s behind with glowing eyes.
The above is my entry for the 100-Word-Challenge. The prompt this week was “…the red box…”
To see other entries, and more installments of this saga, go here.