Gemotions

"Whoa," Mark breathed, staring at the brightly colored, unopened box. It looked like something from a children's cartoon. Buried deep in the park, far from any path he usually took. It had to be a mistake. He didn't even *have* a childhood. He glanced around, certain someone was going to jump out and yell "Gotcha!" But there was only the rustling of leaves and the distant chatter of people he didn't recognize. He felt a weird, sinking sensation in his gut. Curiosity, however, won over fear. He wrenched the top open.