They reached a clearing where a ray of sun penetrated the gloom, illuminating a square of dark green moss. The two elves grinned with pleasure, turning their pointed chins upwards and drinking in the warmth and light. Nestled in the roots of the nearest tree lay a red box. It was so out of place there that the two elves gasped and scuttled over to investigate. They ran their bony little fingers over the surface of the box, wanting to lift the lid, both tiny hearts fluttering in giddy anticipation.
‘You do it!’
‘No, you do it!’
Slowly, both lifted the lid gently.