A little boy from Queensland was crazy about Coke. One day he got a prize. One of the lids said he got a prize. He went to the depot to pick it up. It was a huge huge, really huge, box.
He had to open it. He carried it in the bus and everyone kept on starring at it.
He got home and his relatives all watched him unpacking: The first huge box was gone. Now there was a slightly smaller box. Everyone wanted to know what would come after this one. He then unpacked. One more box was gone, but there was an even smaller box inside of that one. He kept on unpacking. Another box appeared. Unpacked. Another one. He was now by the fifth box. Still unpacking. From size of his basketball basket box to size of a microwave's box. Still unpacking. Tenth box. Now it came one that looked like a printer's box. Still unpacking. Now he was with a box of the size of a notebook. Still unpacking. Several boxes of that shape, one smaller than the other. Still unpacking. Now came a box of the size of a pen. Still unpacking. Finally, the last box: Size of a ring. He opens it. Nothing is inside of the box but a sentence. The sentence: Next time drink Fanta.