85: The Magic Box

In the corner of the lounge in my human beans’ house (the house where I live) is what I used to think was a magic box.  

Now I’m not so sure.  It seems to be some kind of magic prison.

Though it is quite small (about the size of a thin packing case/), it seems to hold lots of small people, musicians and animals.  I hear them shouting and singing.  My beans just sit and watch them but don’t appear in the least perturbed at their incarceration.

I’m not sure there is anything I can do to release these people and I’m not even sure if they want releasing but I don’t think I would want to live in the box for very long. I’ve tried talking to them but they don’t understand my barks snd my beans just tell me to be quiet.

The world of humans is a strange place!