I have put a Worry Eater on your bookshelf, right beside your favorite books. It may look like a simple wooden box, but don’t be fooled: it is a Worry Eater and the disguise is just so random visitors will not know what it is and try to take it from you, because Worry Eaters are very rare and coveted things.
I would think the name should be self-explanatory, but you must feed it daily in order to keep your Worry Eater happy and full. Feeding it is simple: open the lid and whisper your worries in, or write them on little scraps of paper — lined college-ruled will do, but the margins of old poems make a special treat if you want to do something nice for your Worry Eater. (I’ve heard that diner napkins and the backs of grocery-store receipts add a nice flavor, too.)
Some people may tell you, “Don’t worry, everything will be alright,” but these people do not have a hungry Worry Eater waiting at home, so you can just smile coyly at them and say, “Yes, you’re right,” and then go home and whisper your secret worries to your secret Worry Eater.
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