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Jolly Solly: The Big Dig

R. Atkins

“You know, there could be treasure right here in our backyard,” Fishel murmured dreamily. “After all, that farmer found his stash in his backyard”

Wednesday, February 07, 2018

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T he newspaper article lying on the kitchen table caught Fishel’s and Faivish’s eye immediately. Actually, not so much the article as the accompanying picture. This showed a rich treasure trove of gold coins that had been discovered by a farmer digging a ditch.

Fishel’s and Faivish’s eyes nearly popped out of their heads. Imagine finding a valuable hoard just like that!

“You know, there could be treasure right here in our backyard,” Fishel murmured dreamily. “After all, that farmer found his stash in his backyard, more or less.”

Faivish nodded, dollar signs flashing in front of his eyes.

As one, the brothers went over to the window and looked out at their garden. Thing was, they had never really noticed how big it was. How would they know where to dig? It could take forever!

 

“I’ve got it!” exclaimed Fishel suddenly. “One of the boys in school was talking about a metal detector he’s got. You move it around over the ground, and it buzzes if it detects any metal underneath. If we had one of those, we wouldn’t have to dig up the whole garden. It would tell us where the treasure was!”

“So let’s borrow it,” responded Faivish eagerly.

In a jiffy it was arranged. Fishel’s friend, who’d long lost interest in his metal detector, was perfectly willing for them to borrow it. The brothers raced over to pick it up. It came in a bulky box, and would need two to carry.

As the brothers walked back home with the detector, they could barely contain their excitement. “I can’t wait to try this!” exclaimed Fishel.

“Me either,” echoed Faivish.

“I’ll go first, of course, as it was my idea. In fact, I’m not sure I’m gonna let anyone else have a turn.”

“Hey! You’ve got some nerve!” protested Faivish. “Who’s helping you carry it all the way home?”

“So what!”

“Sew buttons!”

The troublesome pair looked like they were about to launch into a fistfight, when suddenly there was a buzzing sound.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

Fishel and Faivish stared at each other, wide-eyed.

“It’s the detector! It must have detected something! Let’s get digging!” (Excerpted from Mishpacha Jr., Issue 697)

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