A Story of Mediastinal Jading

There once was a box. This box was made to hold something special, a treasure that was beyond spectacular. Something that could control most things. It could not be left on its own though. It was fragile and often wandered into trouble or destruction. Perhaps it was nieve. So this box was created. It knew its place and generally did an epic job of protecting its precious cargo. However, time passed. And the more time that passed the more the box would give into its cargos plees for escape, just moments here or there. "Just trust me, this time it is a good idea," the cargo would say. And more often than not the cargo would come back battered and tired. The adventure was often good but it wasnt always worth the overall damage. So the box started becoming more protective. The box starting forming opinions and the more they were proven the more cautious the box became. The simple, but unique cargo was still wide eyed and wanting to explore the world though. So the box felt like it had to take all of the responsibility. I mean it was the boxes job to protect the treasure, so the box began to think of ways to fulfill its duty better. It tried just letting the little cargo out when it was sure it was safe, but even that didnt always work. So then the box tried reinforcement and added extra tape and nails and wood. Even that started getting worn down. As the box started looking inside at its cargo it began to wonder if it could ever really offer the right protection, or if it was just there to try and ward off pain when possible. The box felt bad for all of the scars that were now along the treasure. So the box decided to try something more drastic. It turned to jade. Jade is supposed to offer health, wealth and love and is also so strong. So it seemed like the best idea. But only time will tell if the jaded box will offer more safety for its little treasure or not.