"Let's have some ideas for the competition," said Edgar. "What could or does this box contain?" "O homely Vessel labelled Fragile, that containeth my illusory hopes; my transient dreams; my frail ambition; my delicate ego; the fine eggshell of my intentions!" declaimed the Flamingo. Edgar was unimpressed. "And how exactly are we supposed to illustrate that?" he snapped. |