Avast ye, thar be treasure in yon chest!
Papa Henry and Nana Pam came to visit the other day, and I, as is my usual wont, prepared to entertain them as warm and as cordially such dear relations could expect of a loving grandson. I say that this was my initial intent, but all of a sudden I was confronted with a glorious object of such grandeur, such majesty that I quite forgot myself. For into the midst of our merry-making a vast chest of smooth wood, gird with magic bonds, and polished by faeries was dropped with sudden ferocity. I was dumbfounded.
After my initial awe, I cautiously approached the object, both apprehensive and filled with expectation of hidden delights. As I carefully lifted the lid I could see that something was contained within, something large and mysterious. The cries of the onlookers gave me courage, and I at last flung open the lid releasing the creature within. Up and out it came, flying high over my head, and grinning down at me.
Even my feline companion Hamlet, the Dane, could scarce believe his eyes, as the creature floated in the air above our heads. What magic is this? Could it be that the faeries had found me again? (See my life as a Gnome below).
I found that I had the power to command the creature by application of force to the string located in my grasp. The creature bobbed to and fro, speeding through the air at a velocity greater than all velocities combined of all things past, present, and future. Or possibly faster, I can not say.
The magical chest I now know to have been fashioned not by faerie folk of the woods, but by my Papa Henry who is obviously a great wizard and very learned in the arts of wood magic. I shall treasure my new chest always, and strive to keep it filled with only the most deserving of magical treasures.