Sarah's Box

Once there was a little girl named Sarah, and Sarah had a box.  She loved to climb into her box and close the lid.  She liked the feel of the box around her.  She fit in the box so perfectly. Another little girl came along and Sarah shared the box with her.

“You get in and I’ll close the lid”,  Sarah offered. Wow!  She fit in the box perfectly too!

“This is fun”, said her new friend.  “We have each other and we have a wonderful box that we can play and hide in – we fit in it so well.”

Then a third little girl came and Sarah said, “Look at my box.  Would you like to climb in and play?”

“No!” said the third little girl.  “I won’t fit in the box.”

“Oh, sure you will,” replied Sarah.  “Climb in!  You’ll see!”

The third little girl climbed into the box.  It was difficult, but after several adjustments, she was able to sit down.  Sarah jumped with delight.

“See?  Here, now I’ll close the lid.”

Ahhh, but the lid wouldn't close...

Hmmm, thought Sarah.  “I know, put your head down.  Then the lid will close.”

The little girl did and Sarah began to lower the lid, but this time, her elbow came out  -  and then her whole arm .  Finally, the third little girl stood up.

“I don't want you to put me in this box.  I don't fit in the box.”

Sarah was feeling afraid.  “You're not like us.  We can both fit in this box and we like it in there.”

“No, I'm not like you.  I am different, but I'd like to play with you.  Look what I can do with the box.  I can climb up on top.  See?  I am up high and I can jump off.  Wheeee!  Come…come and try it!”

Sarah and the other little girl weren’t sure, but it did look like fun to jump off the box.

. . . . . and so the box changed.  It became not only a hiding place, but a climbing place - a jumping place – a growing place – a joyful place.

The three little girls formed a circle and danced around the box holding hands – round and round they danced – forming a perfect circle.