Trying my hand at a writing for Dave’s 3word challenge:
I was pulling boxes out of the attic and found an old box with a small hole gnawed in one corner. I shook it gently to see if anything was home, but it was quiet. Slowly I remove the lid. A box of cheap plastic ornaments greets me. A small almost green wreath and a dusty, dirty, gray snowman are lying in a pile of plastic shavings gnawed from other ornaments no longer identifiable. Digging through the shavings I find the small dried body that did all the gnawing. It’s covered in plastic shavings and lying between the cows and sheep in a nativity scene. It looks at peace.