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The web content describes "The Wishing Box," a short story by Gail Berry, which is a narrative about the gift of a magical box that grants wishes and the journey of finding the key within oneself to unlock its potential.

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"The Wishing Box: A Short Story by Gail Berry" is a tale that revolves around a mystical gift, passed on to the protagonist by a special friend. This gift, a wishing box, is not meant to be kept but given away. It is a 5-inch square of bluish-white opaque stained glass with golden legs and a keyhole. The key to the box is found within the recipient, symbolizing a journey of self-discovery. The story unfolds the search for this key, which is eventually discovered in the recipient's heart. The wishing box's rules are that a wish placed inside takes three days to be fulfilled in its own timeframe, and the box must be given away, with a new one appearing in its place. The narrative emphasizes the act of giving and the magic that comes with selflessness. The story is accompanied by an audio narration by John Kremer and links to Gail Berry's other works.

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  • The author suggests that the act of giving is more rewarding than receiving, as evidenced by the rule that the wishing box must be given away for another to appear.
  • The story conveys a sense of wonder and magic through the description of the wishing box and its ability to grant wishes.
  • The narrative implies that the key to unlocking one's potential or desires (the wishing box) lies within oneself, specifically in the heart, symbolizing emotional depth and sincerity.
  • The concept of "wishing box time" being different from our time introduces a fantastical element, suggesting that the fulfillment of wishes operates on a different plane of reality

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The Wishing Box: A Short Story by Gail Berry

The Wishing Box is written by Gail Berry and narrated by John Kremer

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“I have a present for you,” she said, “It was given to me by a very special friend.

“He told me: ‘This is a gift for giving, not for keeping!’ I held onto it for quite a few years anyway — afraid of losing things, I guess. But now I want you to have it.

“You can see it best with your eyes closed — use your imagination — put out your hands, keep them close together, palms up. I’ll need a place to set it.

“It’s a wishing box. It has four golden legs about half an inch high, shaped like lion paws,” and she touched the places on his palms where the legs were. “The box itself is a 5-inch square made of opaque stained glass of a bluish white color and the stained glass pieces are joined together by gold stripping.

“The box is locked, and the keyhole in front is like the keyholes in your grandmother’s house — the kind you can look through and see what’s going on in the room beyond. Do you know the kind?” He nodded.

“Now, the key doesn’t come with the box — you have it. We must find it. My friend said to check first behind the ears,” and she looked behind his ears.

“No, not there. Then my friend said sometimes it’s hidden at the crown of the head,” she ruffled his hair.

“No, not there. The next place to check he said was between the eyes.”

“No,” and she shook her head.

“Sometimes it’s hidden in the throat.” She gently touched his throat.

“Not there. The last place it could be is here,” she reached out and touched his heart.

“Yes, I think I feel it, but it’s very deep. It will take a few seconds more to reach it. Ah, here it is — a tiny golden key.”

“Now I’ll put it in the keyhole and I’ll replace one of your hands with mine to hold the box while you turn the key. Here is the key; can you feel it?” He nodded yes. “Now I’ll help you turn it — very gently. Good, I’ll lift the lid.”

“There’s nothing inside, of course, because it’s a wishing box and you have to put a wish in for something to come out.

“The rule is that it takes three days for the wish to be fulfilled. Three days in wishing box time could be three minutes or three hours or three days or three weeks or longer in our time.

“The other rule is that you must give the wishing box away — it’s a gift for giving. The secret of this is that as soon as you give it away, another one appears in its place. My friend didn’t tell me that part.

“Now it’s yours,” and she closed his palms with hers.

“Merry Christmas, my friend.”

Other stories by Gail Berry:

Gail Berry is also the author of Little Fox and the Golden Hawk and Crazy Horse (Amazon information links).

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