The attic door flew open with a bang and a could of dust engulfed the two boys standing at the bottom. When the boys finished coughing and had wiped enough of the dust out of their eyes, the looked up into the omnious black of the attic stairs. Jonathan reached over and pulled the light switch and the two began to climb. At the top was another switch. The pool of yellow light revealed various knick-knacks the largest of which were some dark mahogany shelves. Plain and attractive. Max stood and looked at the shelves. They were totally different from anything either of the boy's parents would buy. They were not covered in dust and obviously much newer then all the other things in the room.
"Boys? "
Jonathan and Max both jumped. They weren't too sure how their mom would react to the two of them being alone in the attic.
"What are you doing? Oh. I see you found Grandma's old shelves. These things have been in the family for generations, long before Grandma got them."
Their mother smiled.
"That was the biggest mistae your father ever made,trying to sell these things.he tried to auction them off and on the day of the auction, no one would take them. The auctioneer couldn't even get startinhg price for them. That was true everywhere we went. Well, finally your father got so fed up he took an axe to the shelves. The axe broke. We could find not reason why the shelves wouldn't sell and even less of no reason why they wouldn't split. Not even a scratch. Just one, tiny little thing."
She pointed to the underside of one of the shelves, indicating the boys should look there.
"I found this years ago. Never told your father."
The boys bent and looked where she pointed. Words were carved into the wood, so covered in dust they were practically unnoticeable.
"To thine own shelf be true."
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