I’m playing in the sandbox my father made for me. I pick up one of my favorite toys and toss it aside because I see something much more interesting hidden beneath. Lines in the sand form swirls of diamonds and jewels. It doesn’t seem real, it blends so perfectly with the sand. I need to know more about this thing. I reach to touch it.
In a flash, It has me by the arm. Pain shoots through me. I scream, but it won’t let go. I flail my arm, but it won’t let go. Blood oozes where its mouth sunk into my arm, just above the wrist. I can see it has a mouth now, and eyes, and nostrils.
Suddenly, Mr. Mattoon is there with a shovel in his hands. He pulls the thing off of me, and throws it into the grass. He swings and hacks and chops the thing with his shovel. Its blood splatters across the sand to mix with my own.