Grandpa slides the key slowly into the lock and turns it clockwise.
It moves easily and makes a tiny click. A low hum vibrates the air around
us, warming our hearts. Grandpa takes a deep breath, nervously lifting the
lid. A gust of wind rushes from the chest, filling the living room with the
smell of pine forest and ocean. He moves the lid back as far as it can go.

                                          We all peer inside, eyes wide...