An Unusual Package
"DAMIEN! YOU GOT something in the mail!" The little black and white puppy came running up to the building, a brown-wrapped parcel in his outstretched paws.
"Open it open it open it!" he chimed, jumping up and down. Damien finally stopped talking to the others and turned to him.
"To be or not to be," he said. "Okay, Pipsqueak! I'll open it."
"No! Open it nowwww--"
Damien shook his head and took the package from Pipsqueak. He untied the string, then unwrapped the box. Then he turned away as if to talk again.
"Come on, Damien!" Pipsqueak yowled. "You said you'd open it!"
"Alright [sic], Pips! I was only kidding. Can't you take a joke?"
"Hurry up!" Sandy, his sister-in-law to be, said. "I want to see it, too." [Note--the words "to be" are scribbled in with an arrow pointing down to the sentence, meaning I made a mistake concerning this fact in the original text; Sandy and Lucifer were not married yet.]
"Yeah. Get going," his girlfriend, Katrina, echoed.
"What is it? Is it interesting? Let me see it," Chernobyl the Shriner added.
"Will you four quiet, already?" Damien laughed. "You sound like a bunch of old ladies. Nose problems?"
"DAMIEN!!"
Damien laughed once again at his obvious success, and reached in.
"There's a note," Pips said.
Damien took the note. "It's a poem of some sort."
"Seeing anyone behind my back?" Kat smirked.
"No, I'm not," he replied in a funny voice. "It says,
One is gold.
Take the new but
Keep the old.'
What does that mean?"
He unwrapped the tissue paper and looked in. His eyes widened with disbelief and shock.
"What is it?" Kat asked.
"Darn it! Gotta go," Chernobyl exclaimed.
"It's...it's..." Damien stuttered, still looking in. Instead of replying, he pulled it out slowly.
There, attached to a long chain, was a gold D.
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