" There was a little box on the street corner. It wasn’t anything special, just one of those cardboard boxes that the liquor stores gave people who were buying a whole lot of booze. Normally Beatrix would have thought it discarded litter, something a human had tossed to the curb after loading their twelve-pack and boxed wine into the car, but on top of the box was a ratty green and gold bow. "
― Debra Dunbar , Ten Lows A-Leaping (Imp World #23.5)