My name is Charlie and I am in a box because I was crying and no one wanted to hear it. It is the year 1940 and I live in Fort Springs, Arkansas. Today it is very hot and sticky! I do not like living in the box because I can't get out on my own and run around. I have outgrown this big bottle that I drink out of but no one will give me a new one. I have two older sisters that put me in the box but they ran off to play and I do not know when they are coming back. Poor me! My parents are in the kitchen drinking home brewed booze and they do not know I am in the box. They do not care either. I have only been in the box for an hour. I plan to escape the box by calling the dog. The dog is going to help me get out of the box.