Sunday, September 2, 2012
Treasure (blogophilia 27.5)
“Truth is lived, not taught.” This was written on the piece of paper with a sketch of fuzzy penguin slippers next to some trees. To Billy’s ten year old mind, it had to be a treasure map. How to crack the code? Trees. That probably meant the woods at the end of the lane. Slippers? There was only one way to find out.
Down to the where the sidewalk ends he went. He hopped the fence and there were the slippers. And next to them was an owl with a tootsie roll pop.
It was a treasure map, after all.