Epilogue

Justin sat at edge of the pond, rocking back and forth, letting his bare feet soak in the cool water. The sun sparkled on its surface, lending a sense of joy to the early morning. He held up his hand, letting the dancing reflections of sunlight play across his palm. It was a favorite game of his, and could occupy him for hours at a time. But not today. Today he was worried about his new friend.

Justin had waited by the pond until almost dark, hoping his friend would come back, but he did not. What if the choo choo’s had gotten him? He hoped not. His friend was nice. He liked Justin’s pictures, and he didn’t seem scared by Justin’s funny eye. He talked to Justin like a regular person.

There still was no sign of him. No footprints around the pond. Nothing. The pond was bigger this morning, which was strange. The water went all the way past his favorite sitting rock and around the pine tree where he liked to get his shade. Probably his friend had found a different way out. He wouldn’t have wanted to walk across the desert again. Yes, that was it.

Feeling much better, he decided it would be okay to leave now. As he stood, something in the water caught his eye. Down at the bottom of the pond, the sun glinted off of something shiny and gold. He had found shiny treasures in the pond before! His friend had liked those too. He waded into the water as far as he could, took a deep breath, and dove. He was a good swimmer — he could swim better than he could walk, anyway.

He reached the bottom and his hand closed around the shiny thing. It was much bigger than he had thought. It wasn’t too heavy though. He swam back to shore, excited at his new find.

Back on dry ground, he held his treasure up so he could see it better. It was long, dark, and shiny, with golden letters that glowed in the sun. There were shiny things on either end, too. He liked it!

“Stick!” he said. There was a note of pride in his voice. This was the nicest stick he had ever found. He wouldn’t show grandma. She always let him keep his sticks for a while, but in the winter she burned them in the wood stove. This stick would be his secret.

Happier than he had felt in a long time, and no longer worried about his new friend, he decided this would be a perfect morning for a long walk- just him and his new treasure.

~The End~

Under the tenth step entering to the east

Under the black stone at the Western entrance

Above the pillar of the northern opening of the cave that has two entrances

Under the stairs in the pit

On the third terrace in the cave,

on the eastern side inside the waterfall


At the edge of the canal on its northern side

Six cubits toward the immersed pool

In the sepulchre, in the third course of stones

Under the tomb

In the chain platform


This is all of the votive offerings of the seventh treasure, the ten is impure

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