If there was one fault with this wonderful land it was that there was no work for the children to do. If there had been, perhaps what happened never would have happened. Then again, who can tell? Perhaps it was bound to happen. There was a wonderful box in the cottage where Epimetheus and Pandora lived. From that first day Pandora came, she had been extremely curious as to what was inside it. With the days her curiosity grew until finally not able to contain herself longer, she asked her play mate about it. Oh, that, replied Epimetheus. It was left here by a jolly fellow who asked me to keep it for him. Come on, Pandora, let us get out for some figs and dates. I know a new game. So off they went. But it was but a little while before the thought of the box came back to the girl. What could be in it?
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