It was a magical tin. A butter cookie tin that was but a facade of its former self. No matter what one needed, it could be pulled from the tin. Need a button? There’s hundreds. Need a needle? Be careful reaching in, there’s thousands. There’s even a fabric tomato. Everyone’s favorite is the thimble. No one knows where it came from, but it was always there. Rumor has it, it is more than six generations old.