Chapter Two.

George just smiled and walked away with a small grin on his face, thinking “That wasn't me, I’m not magic I don’t even know what a peanut looks like! It must mean that this box had something particular about it. Maybe it’s been stealing time lord technology I mean it was only 3 inches square how’d 8000 peanuts fit in it?” Lying on his bed, he pondered and pondered the mysteries of life until a apple fell next to his bed it was his Mum, Mummy box who had dropped it from the loft where she was cleaning up the fridge that she like to keep up there in case of food shortages or llama rampages on the Thursdays at the end of most moths bringing with j. And that mixed with the ventilation holes in the ceiling made falling fruit a constant hazard in the Box household.

It was normal this for the boxes they knew it was, but they weren't used to being living boxes that was what wasn’t normal. So The favorite pass time or boxes was to see if you can jump upside down on a trampoline and they would normally reply yes and then do it again but this time wearing a tutu, wouldn’t really come as much of a surprise.

Mummy box jumped down into George's room, because obviously boxes struggled with ladders, to collect the apple and asked George how was his day. He did not know how to answer as he had forgotten how to speak. This was a common box ailment as they were still adjusting to life as animate objects as was everything else after what could be called a major catastrophe including a cat and an insane lampshade loving scientist with too much time on his hand bringing everything to life and letting animals speak.