Franz wanted to lie and say it was his box. He wanted to open it.
Badly.
In the end though, he couldn't. It was very reasonably, not his box.
"Er, no. The box is not one of my possessions. But it also can't just be left here."
He walked over to the poor thing and picked it up, trying to make a judgement of it from weight or sound. Did it contain something alive? Certainly hope not. Did it contain something of value? Likely to someone
He made an attempt to hold it in the sunlight and peek through a crack. Perhaps there would be a clue to find the oner.
Badly.
In the end though, he couldn't. It was very reasonably, not his box.
"Er, no. The box is not one of my possessions. But it also can't just be left here."
He walked over to the poor thing and picked it up, trying to make a judgement of it from weight or sound. Did it contain something alive? Certainly hope not. Did it contain something of value? Likely to someone
He made an attempt to hold it in the sunlight and peek through a crack. Perhaps there would be a clue to find the oner.
