A taste of the box offered nothing in the way of hints as to its origins. It was neither sweet nor sour, unpleasant nor enjoyable, satisfying nor unacceptable. I decided to try again and moved to another section, ripping a piece from the box with my teeth. I plopped on the ground and chewed slowly, savoring every bite. Still nothing.
There must be some clue to the purpose of this box within the box itself. I just had to figure out what it was. Maybe I needed to examine the box from a distance. I hopped away from it and turned.