Dancer
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Maybe 20 yrs ago A friend who owned a farm told me he was tearing the old farm house down. Said I could hunt it until they came to knock it down. He even brushed hogged what he could for me. So started along the front sidewalk. Not much, few wheats , old iron. Moved to the clothes line, got a merk, couple buttons not much. Started clouding up, getting pretty dark. Thinking of taking off ,but stopped to hunt around a small orchard out back. Using a Garrett 1500 with coin id. Got a weak signal bouncing around quarter / silver. Did a little probing nothing , cut a wide plug. Probed again, signal stronger. Anyway not much deeper , brought up a shoebox size moldy box. Huh, now the box had a sweet silver signal, getting a little excited. So next I remember giving it a shake, something rattling inside there . Wind starting to pick up, but I couldn't resist prying off the lid. Out slid a pile of bones, bits of fur. And a nice sized Silver tag , turned it over one word, Fluffy ! A wave of guilt washed over me. Felt like I was being watched from every direction. I dug up Fluffy ! By this time the leaves were blowing around along with a some scattered rain drops. I put everything back as best I could, tamped it down and beat it back to the truck. This happened back around the turn of this Century, 02 maybe 05.