The little gift

They opened their box of delights to our itching fingers, as we licked our lips in anticipation, and caressed it's contents, with them looming over with polished grins. and we took the bait whole hartedly lapping like starving cats; our eyes ablaze with gratitude. and in our caprice, they began the plans, to move onwards and upwards, to stitch their vision to this scene. Then one of us, luckily, read the small print. Jon Butcher