He could feel the shovel vibrating in his hands as he struck something hard. Finally, after all the digging, he had found the treasure. Quickly, he piled the remaining bit of sand at the edge of the pit and used the shovel to lift the chest out. It was heavy. Just as he was about to lift it over the side of the pit, it was gone.

The boat was being hurled from side to side. Waves beat upon the little boat as he struggled to reach the shore. Looking back, he could see the large ship following him. Plunging the steel oar into the tumultuous waters, he desperately began to paddle away from his pursuer.

His opponent’s stance showed all of the hostility he felt. The two raised their foils and the duel began. The only sounds to be heard were the clanging of metal and the gasps of the crowd as they watched. He was pushed back against a wall and ducked just in time to avoid failure. Gracefully, he fell to the floor, rolled over, and stood up again behind his opponent. Just as he was about to land the winning mark,

“Timmy! How many times do I have to tell you: spoons are for eating, not the sandbox.”