“When did it arrive?” I said, looking at the strange cardboard box my sister had shoved into my face.
“Sometime REALLY early this morning,” My sister begun, “But I don’t know clocks or time and I think it said 6 though I’m probably wrong.”
I gave the box an evil glare. What even are you? Why are you here…?
“Throw it out.” I blurted. “Toss it in the outside trash.”
“”No!” My sister squealed in response. “It will get upset!”
“Boxes don’t have feelings.” I said rolling my eyes.
The box grumbled in response to what I had just said.