The Scroll (Part 2)
Frederick worked hard, digging for hours and hours on this hot summer day, with his tiny sandbox shovel. After what seemed to be all day, he heard a clunking sound on the end of his small shovel. There, inside his hole, was a can, with a box inside, with a bag inside of that, and a box inside of that, and inside that box was a can with a scrolled up piece of paper, much like the letter you have just discovered.
Now, If you had been digging all day with the hopes to bury all seven of your siblings alive, this discovery may have slowed down your efforts, after all, you had just spent hours and hours digging to carry out the act of murdering seven members of your family at once. Maybe you would just dig around that particular scroll of paper, or burn it on the spot without ever opening it. But, Frederick became much too curious.
Neato! Frederick whispered to himself, his eyes widened as he felt the bumpy and tattered paper roll around in his hands. He looked around at his surroundings, to make sure he was completely alone. He was sure if one of his siblings discovered him at this moment, they would ruin everything, and Frederick was certainly ready for some excitement in his dull life.
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Thanks for reading, Saira Elizabetti.
