Ellie had seen many things in her life—feathers on strings, crinkly tunnels, mysterious red dots that vanished into thin air—but nothing quite like this. It arrived one quiet afternoon, set gently on the rug as if it were something important. Which, as far as the humans were concerned, it was.
It was a box, but not just any box. Ellie was an expert on boxes. This one was… suspicious. It didn’t have the comforting simplicity of cardboard. Instead, it had a green top dotted with holes and slots of all shapes and sizes. Beneath it, something rattled faintly when it was moved.








