|Sands of Time|
The cave hideout stank of bacon. Whoever was there had cooked himself a hearty meal.
The treasure, however, had to be moved.
He tiptoed inside. A lamp sat by the side of the entrance and lit the way.
When he reached the spot, he shoved a few chests aside.
“It's not here.” In a frenzy, he dug through the sand. “It's not here.”
That's when a sturdy little man waltzed in.
"You want the cave? You can have it. I bought myself a new crib." And he waltzed away.
Throwing a pebble at his head didn't do a thing, unfortunately.