Day 30

Day 30:

Jeremy had been digging in the field for hours, but he still hadn't found anything. It had been an exhausting escapade, but one the organisers of the National Coin Collecting Festival should really have foreseen. Who in their right mind would gather some of the rarest coins in existence, then display them in a field prone to flooding, while excavation work was going on, in the middle of February? Of course there would be a wash-out and some collectors would drop some of their small, light objects in their dash to leave. Jeremy had been asked to search for some of the lost coins by the head of the National Coin Collecting Society, who suspected that he wouldn't be the head for much longer if all of the tiny metal head portraits weren't found.

Jeremy searched the ground intensely for clues and coins, uncovering the earth where it was very wet or it seemed to have been upturned. Of course, he had to be careful to not stray into the construction territory, which was loud, frightening and potentially dangerous. He made sure that, if the sounds ever did start, he would shout at them aggressively to assert his dominance over them. The earth where a coin may be has a powerful scent, a metallic smell, akin to sniffing a magnet, and it pulled him closer in a similar fashion. Despite this skill, Jeremy was yet to find a single coin.

Feeling restless and disillusioned, the head of the society, who was also out on the search personally, decided that they may have had enough for today. Dark clouds were rolling in once again, and he wasn't sure if the metal detector was waterproof...

The head whistled out to Jeremy, who came dashing over, tail wagging. "Let's go home, boy. I'm sure I'll find another job... Maybe I can arrange the next round of summer charity bake sales, I saw a great old warehouse we could do them in!".