What is in this box? It's a mystery!
Let us know what you think is in the box. Then, on Sunday evening the owner will appear to tell us the exciting secret.....what is in this box? Can you guess right?
Open discussion also welcome all weekend. Also, don't forget to drop in and say 'hi' to the band on their travels, if you have a chance!
Okay, Many interesting theories have been offered. Definite points for creativity. We have our lovely answers, our clever answers and our completely degenerate answers (we knew we could count on you!) However, sadly, no one guessed it.
OR you could say, happily no one guessed it, because the answer is something that will amaze and delight you! Here is the owner of the box:
And he (or is it she? No idea.) has provided us with the following treats!
Enjoy!
Hmmm. He or She also left this. I wonder what it is....
37 comments:
Darn. I can't play this game.
I know what's in this box.
But oh, it's good. It's very good.
Sigh.
I guess it's my Destiny not to play.
Sigh.
Des, but you could "guess" wrong to steer them off.
Okay.
Ostriches.
I guess there are ostriches in the box.
A key.
There is a key,
a key to the box.
Maxwell will probably predict there's a bomb.
Guns.
Beautiful women.
You wish.
A bomb.
I hear it ticking.
Aidan, you surprise me by knowing.
What you think?
Now should I say what I want to be in the box, or what is in the box? What would be good to find would be a vacuum which would suck in all the evils Pandora let out so long ago.
But that's probably not true so I'll say a wonderful computer that never has a problem and is really, really easy to use.
That's probably not true either.
Candy, You're okay.
I told you she was. Sheesh.
Candy, I think Kae is getting a crush on you.
I think the trunk belongs to Mrs. Fettleston and it is full of sweaters, doilies and afghans.
Q: Why did airport security take Mrs. Fettleston's knitting needles away before she boarded the plane to see Candy in San Francisco?
A: They were afraid she might knit an Afghan.
I think it has a wedding gown inside it, like the one I made for Pelwyn.
Hi Kaelin,
Um. You like Candy?
Shadow
Oh. In the box. I don't know. Clothes?
I think there's an linen table cloth in there. Irish linen. And Dresden plates so transparent you can see your hand through them without lifting them to the sun.
Then there's a serving tray - and underneath it, nestled in silk are two wafter-thin champagne flutes. In a special smaller box ... I bet there's a silver service. Two place settings of spoons, knives, and three types of forks. A fish fork, salad fork and dinner fork.
I bet there's a bottle of champagne. Over time the cork loosened - which would explain the stain on the napkins. I do hope there's a tin of caviar tucked in there. Although I'm sure it would be corroded by now.
Do you think the digestive crackers would still be good Cindy?
And down in the corner - tucked away waiting for the perfect moment is ... was ... I mean might be an engagement ring.
I think Kaelin thinks of me like that kitten he was playing with yesterday. It makes me feel good. Kind of soft and purry to have someone care, even a little.
Can I have another guess at the box? What about everything I'd need to start painting again?
I like Josiah's guess. I've never had caviar. When I have my great aunt's money I'll have things like that!
Like "Pretty Woman" I'll be transformed.
Sorry, I know all that's crap. Who the hell needs it anyway!
I like Candy as a friend.
In Sentinel, Aidan is a prince and we all must put up with his nonsense because he leads us and because our custom demands absolute loyalty and obedience. You all, though, are free to ignore him.
What's in the box, dearest brother?
I can't play because I can hazard a pretty fair guess, which would ruin the game.
It'd be a good place to store knives. Or a gun, depending on how big it is.
Cold.
And you forgot to call me my lord--OUCH!
I wish the box contained something to fix our tour bus. We're stranded south of Albuquerque and had to miss our Las Cruces gig tonight. It's very upsetting.
I hope you'll pay us a visit while we wait. I'm getting very depressed.
Hope. It's a hope chest!
I'm guessing Gwyneth Paltrow's head
Bane - that's really gross! But maybe a whole live really super guy who could pop out like a Jack in a box. The first person he saw would be his true love. And there I'd be!
"Hope chest." That's a good one!
I'm sure hope sprung eternal within Pandora, too - look where her twitchy fingers got her -- some doors shouldn't be opened... but just like Mr. Pitt, we always have to know, dammit all.
If you've ever actually opened a box with a severed head in it then you don't joke about it.
Uncle Will's school stuff - it looks about old enough.
FLOWER
My bills...
ahg........
Can I guess again?
An antique quilt.
Dig in!
Yeah, treats!
I knew it!!
Yummm!
For my friend's dog the egg is like a sweet.
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