Emma walks through the forest every day.

She likes the tall trees and quiet air.

One afternoon, she trips over something hard.

It’s a box, small and black, half-buried in the dirt.

She pulls it out and brushes it off.

The box has no lock, no keyhole, just smooth wood.

"How does it open?"

she wonders.

She shakes it.

Something rattles inside.

Emma’s eyes light up.

She loves a challenge.

"I’ll figure this out," she says to herself.

The forest feels different now, like it’s hiding a secret.

She takes the box home.