The Package

One day I went out to check my mail and found a box sitting on my porch.  It was addressed to me, but had no return address.

“Hmmm”, I said out loud, “What could this be?” 

“It could be a book” said my neighbor Bob.

 “Oh Bob, I didn’t see you standing there.   I don’t think it is a book.” I said shaking the box.

“Or it could be a toenail from and elephant”

“Now, why would an elephant send me their toenail?” I laughed.

“Maybe it is a stripe from a tiger!”

“Bob, I don’t know any tigers, and what would I do with a stripe?”

“You could wear it around and scare neighborhood pets!” Bob said.  With a giggle, I pictured myself sneaking around wearing a tiger stripe, waiting to jump out of bushes at unsuspecting cats.

“I have it!  It is a pot of gold!  Yeah that’s it I am sure of it!  I met a Leprechaun once upon a time, and he promised to send me some gold if I let him go.  But wait, I think it feels a little light for a pot of gold.”

“Wow, what if it is a CD filled with secret spy information, and you are supposed to deliver it, like James Bond?”

“Well, I guess there is only one way to find out for sure” I said ripping open the box.

“IT’S EMPTY!!! WHAT!!! WHO SENDS SOMEONE AIR???  THAT IS THE WORST GIFT EVER!!!!” Bob shouted angrily.

I thought about it for a second, turned to Bob smiling and said, “It isn’t air Bob, and it isn’t the worst gift ever.  It was a wonderful gift!  Someone sent me- IMAGINATION!”