THE BOY WHO ALWAYS SAID NO
by HARRY NILSSON
Harry Nilsson, the singer and songwriter best known for The Point! and the sound track to Midnight Cowboy, had a childhood dream: to write for Galaxy Magazine. While Harry and his family spent Christmas with EJ and his family, Harry wrote this story for Galaxy's second issue, making his dream finally came true. EJ and Harry also had time to collaborate on twenty-four short science fiction stories and worked on an outline for a novel. - MORGAN FOX
Once there was a boy who always said no. No matter what his parents would ask him, or what his teachers said, or his friends would say or the town bully would threaten, he would just say no.
"It's time to go to bed, now," his good-natured dad would gently remind him.
"Have some food?" his mother might ask.
"Like some ice cream?" somebody would offer kindly.
He would always invariably say "no."
But then one day, his father - who worried a great deal about the boy - happened to be coming home early and he happened to pass a store which he'd somehow apparently never noticed before.
In the window were boxes, uncountable hundreds, maybe thousands, some large, many small, and very many in between. And every box had a symbol and a sign - one an exclamation point, one a question mark, one a tiny walrus, another filled with spots and dots.
Every box was different, yet every box the same. The symbols gave the number, the number gave the sign. He
couldn't figure what they sold, unless it happened to be boxes in a bewildering array of size and color, shape -- and content? What was in them, he wondered.
And so he went inside; a gnarly old man stood upon a ladder, reaching high upon an even higher shelf to rearrange some boxes over other boxes, some boxes under other boxes, some boxes before or behind other boxes and, of course, there were bound to be some boxes that for some compelling reason had to be moved to one side or the other of other boxes.
The father says, "Excuse me!"
The old man says, "Never mind. How old is he - nine?"
The father says, "How did you know that?"
The old man says, "How did you know to come here into my shop?"
The father says, "Yes, he's nine."
The old man says, "Here's what you need." And he gave him a box with a special unknown marking on it.
"That's one dollar."
The father says, "One dollar?"
"One box, one dollar."
He gave the man a dollar. He went home. The old man had told him, "-- by the way, don't open the box; don't even have your little boy look inside until he's ready to go to sleep. Remember - just before he falls asleep, give him the box."
So they had dinner.
"Would you like some mashed potatoes?"
"No." He ate the mashed potatoes.
"How about a second helping?"
"No." He ate the second helping.
"No." He ate the ice-cream.
"Would you like some more ice-cream?"
He had another bowl of ice-cream, and then it was time for bed. His mother took him upstairs to the bedroom, and his dad came, too.
"Now, son," she said as they entered the bedroom, "I want to tell you a little story before you go to sleep ... are
you still with us? Are you still awake?"
And they waited and they watched him, and pretty soon his eyes started fluttering like butterflies, and they said to each other, "this is it. This is the moment just before he goes into sleep."
They said, "Son, we have a box, a present for you. Look."
The kid says, "What?"
The dad says, "A box; a magic box; a present."
The kid took it and opened the box. He took out some paper, some cotton, and he looked inside. And in the bottom of the box, the very bottom of the box he saw a mirror, and on the mirror, on the bottom of the mirror it said, "Are you the boy who always says, 'No'?"
And as he closed the box with a smile and entered Dreamland, the little boy said, "No."