The No-Gift

Johnson found the little bag after he had packed the stuff for moving out. It was yellow, made of cloth, and it was as big as a open hand, and it had a small cord around it, like a belt, with which it was closed. As far as Johnson knew, it didn't belong to him and it didn't come to there through his hands. Perhaps he had won that as a gift? Birthday? He couldn't remember. He stayed there, peering at the small bag, trying to recall something, who knows it was a gift, a birthday gift... and the small bag that was flat untill that moment started to grow, to get bigger, like a baloon. Then he put his hand cautiously inside the bag, but he didn't thought of running away. He took a small square gift-box from it: the box was empty.