Looking for trouble

“Whatever you’re going to ask, the answer is NO!”

“Oh, come on! Don’t be ridiculous. You can’t be mad at me because my dad shoved your dad in 8th grade while they were competing in a pie eating contest.”

“Your dad is a cheater that means you have cheater genes in you.”

“Hahaha. We just learnt the functions of genes yesterday and I’m sure that’s not how it works.”

“They do too.”

“Alright. Alright. Don’t do this for me. Do this for the sake of exploration, for curiosity. You are the best treasure hunter I know and I need your help. Please?”

“No. No. Noooooooooo.”

“How about this? When we’re done finding Pandora’s box, you get to keep it. And… and you can also shove me in the dark or something if you’d like?” she offers.

“Fine. But I’ll shove you twice.”

“You got it.”

As they dig through the dirt, they hear wolves howling and stopping him in his tracks.

“Don’t worry, I’ve laid out pieces of meat all over the place. They won’t get to us,” she says hoping to console him.

“Are you crazy? We’re looking for Pandora’s box and here you are living up to her name!” He continues digging now that there’s no going back.

The howling gets louder and louder, they dig harder and harder. Soon they see the wolves circling the mouth of their ditch. Her shovel hits something hard and a horrifying wailing sound dispells all the wolves, encouraging them to open the box.”