Hi! Box here. I have time for one story tonight. I remember being on display after I was formed. I would sit on the shelf, waiting as they would come in a browse. All sorts of collectors, dreamers and buyers would visit the shop and gaze in wonder at the treasures. One day, the most amazing dreamer came in; a blond sprite, with earthly eyes and long slender fingers. I watched as she picked up first one, then another of my brothers. Well, you can certainly guess where this is going...she picked me! She was a woodland innocent, quietly hiding her secrets with me! Oh what a glorious time we had...sailing the seas, plumbing the depths of the forest parks, visiting the deep seas. Ah, in my age, I still remember, and I still rejoice at the thought of my woodland sprite...