Thread Box

We found the nicest box to hold all of our cones of thread today.  It's very big, with a little handle on the top for ease of carrying, and we were able to fit over fifty cones in.  It was on sale, too, which was lovely.  Of course, Brother promptly sent a text, saying he could hear us boxing things, and to stop at once.  We don't understand why the human who is stuck with him hasn't dropped him off.  Unless, do you suppose he's hiding the phone bill so the poor human doesn't know what he is up to?