I am going to pretend that I am a gold nugget durring the gold rush....A big hand has just reached down and picked me from the stream.

I was busy admiring my reflection on a shining, smooth stone when a shadow was cast over me.

I thought many things at once of which I was not afraid, such as, fish, bird or duck, or perhaps a fisherman.

But, alas! None of my assumptions were correct! A large, rough, bear-like hand was enclosing me in a tight and suffocating grasp.

After a moment of swirling around for what seemed like ages there was a loud shout of sheer joy,

'Matthew, Jonas! We is gonna be rich! This here stream is teaming with gold as well as trout!'

I was held up for all to see. I felt quite exposed in the bright sunlight and wished to be buried in the wet, muddy sand at the bottom of the stream.

But, I should have wished no such thing for in a moment, I was shut up in a cloth bag with no room about me. And so I am decidedly against whatever it is that caused me to leave my lovely, shimmering home.

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