“Wish her to the cornfield, Anthony,” the terrified father whispered to his son. “Wish her to the cornfield.”

And the monstrous child did as asked. With a simple thought, the Leia-in-the-box vanished, whisked away to some unknown, supernatural realm.

“It’s good that you did that, Anthony,” the father unconvincingly reassured himself while cautiously praising his boy.  “It’s real good!”

Those who witnessed this brazen show of petulance exhaled a sigh of relief. It could’ve been any one of them who was metamorphosed into a grotesque musing from the monster’s mind.  They sat in self-effacing silence as it all unfolded. 

But Leia was one step ahead of the young tormentor.  You see, it was she who granted the monster his powers to begin with.   She had acquired them from a previous monster who himself was also anxious to relinquish control.  Presumably, this pattern had been ongoing for years, decades or even centuries. 

The cornfield was a metaphor for freedom.  The monster – each version – a manifestation of the selfish quest for power.  The toy? Well, that was simply Leia covertly telling the monster what she wanted. She longed to be back home, loved by her family, and resting comfortably.

In a cardboard box.

A box that could only be found, in The Meowlight Zone.