Monday, April 27, 2009

Stinky Is Good In A Garden Of Lies

Karen’s knees were on fire. She had spent the afternoon scouring the dirty wooden floor of what would soon be their bedroom. A large plank behind her moved under her weight. The last thing she wanted to do was find the toolbox to fix the problem. She touched the loose plank to assess the amount of work to be done. It popped up and she could see something underneath.
“Let me guess, probably just another piece of junk lodged under there. But who knows,” she joked. “Maybe it’s a clue to a hidden treasure trove.”
Benny put down his sponge and walked over to Karen.
“Move over,” he said. “Let’s take a look.”
He carefully used a crowbar to loosen the rest of the plank. “Well,” he chuckled. “We just may have found the key to the hidden treasure.”
Benny pulled out a large key covered with so much dirt and dust, that they had no idea what color it was supposed to be. A toothy grin brightened his face. “What if there is a hidden treasure somewhere in this house? Like a chest full of bonds or hundred dollar bills.”
Karen tossed the key in the window seat. “I’ve got to jump in the shower. Agnes and Dayna will be here soon to take me to meet Mrs. Landau.”
Benny leaned against the wall. If I had a treasure, where would I hide it? He thought.

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