I am honored and delighted in your decision to read this story, and I would like to express my sincere thanks. I would be honored if I do find that it is to your enjoyment.

    However, as much as I would like to begin with my story, I have a warning: This will not be the best book you ever will read. This will neither be in the New York Times Bestsellers' list, nor will it be in the ALA Notable Book List. You will not see this book in your libraries, no, because this book is not eloquent in wording, or complex in plot, or perfect in capturing emotion. There are no special characters, the protagonist is not the worst person or the best person ever; the antagonist—there isn't any. There is no mention of sex, no mention of romance, no mention of any values.

    I leave it up to you to look into the book yourselves and see if there are any messages that you can see. That is, perhaps, the only asset of this book. This is a book full of unedited, unrevised messages sent to and from an inanimate object.

    It seems like a childhood fairy-tale, does it not?

    I present this book because I need to remember. I need to remember because I have forgotten—almost—those experiences that shaped me to become who I am.

    Forgive me for my lack of presentation in this book, for I only found this in an old store-room, pages yellowing, as I saw familiar handwriting: my own. I felt not the need of editing, because I do not want my childhood voice to be silenced into an abysmal forever.

Thaddeus Nicholas M. Black