Joe Nation bursts through the doorway carrying a box full of wrapped boxes, all shapes and sizes, he is holding another under his left arm. Behind him are three burly types in bluish overcoats pushing large shopping carts filled with bags all labeled with the names of Fifth Avenue stores. They begin stacking the boxes over by the hearth but there isn't enough room so some are placed in pyramids on the bar.
Joe looks over the scene happily.
There is one box for each of you. You may take it but first you must tell what it contains, for in each is the one thing that you have lost in your life that you would most like to have again.
Joe(elvish)Nation