I start to rifle through the old musty smelling box of books that had been left on my porch, when I notice a little children's book.  I see the symbol of the Golden Children's Books printed on it, then a little sticker on the binding indicating that it belongs to the library catches my eye.  Examining it closer, the pages are bent back and discolored, but the book is still in suitable condition.  My nails peel at the tape as I fidget and try to figure out what to do next.

Taking a ...