Cardboard boxes have feelings too..

There are strange things done by the midnight sun, and this is certainly one of the stranger ones, one that appeared in Little Blue Duck's library one grey and windy this morning:

www.sorpa.is/bindata/documents/Sebastian_00047.pdf

For those of you whose Icelandic might (for whatever reason) be a little rusty, it is the harrowing tale of Sebastian Boxman. After his approximately fifteen seconds of glory containing a birthday present, he is thrown into a garbage can full of talking newspapers, breadcrusts, and some rotting meat called Harold. Although he escapes the diabolical Angus Acid, he experiences years of suffering and loneliness in the garbage dump until he is rescued by the author, who, it would seem, enjoys romantic walks in moonlit garbage dumps. The author takes him home and attempts to nurse him back to health, but he is broken by his years in the garbage dump and asks to be recycled. At the recycling depot, he meets a box with lips named Bonny Boxbabe before being pulped down into oblivion. He and Bonny are united in recycled paper bliss and meet the author again when she buys the book the paper is made into as a birthday present. Sebastian Boxman is happy at last.

Published by none other than SORPA, the Icelandic recycling company, it seems to be an attempt to encourage children to recycle. But the moral to the story as far as Little Blue can see is that one should never throw anything, ANYTHING away again. Because dust bunnies, toenail clippings and the slimy thing you found at the back of your fridge have feelings too..