he had his weed eater
he had his rope
he had his will
he had his strength
and one day he came to a small yard with lots of weeds
so he cut them down along with all the poison mushrooms
he knew about the stories they told of the trunk in the middle of the small yard
and finally cutting through all the weeds and all the overgrowth
he came to the trunk
finally with the rope and some leverage
he opened the trunk and all the flies flew up and eventually found there way..
he expected to find the treasure in the trunk
but it was just an empty trunk
then he remembered his mothers words
“son, you are such a treasure, your heart is gold and your mind is infinite! Never forget how special you are!”
he looked around and the yard was clean.
ready for another month of watering and growth.
“see ya in month yard”