佚名 /Anonymous
The sound of the clock made Bridget jump. It had been so quiet in the living room. Her eyes went to the carved black case on the desk. Inside it, the clock continued to chime. The notes sounded sad and empty.
Everything seemed empty in Rose Cottage since Grandpa had died. He'd lived here for eighty-two years, and Bridget had visited him every summer of her life. Now the cottage would be sold.
“You can keep something to remember Grandpa by,” mom had said.
Bridget looked away from the clock. That wasn't what she needed to remind her of Grandpa's teasing eyes and his hugs. Would a book make her think of him? She went to the shelf, but most of the books looked boring. Then she saw a paper sticking out of a book. Gently she pulled it out.
A date was written on one side of the paper: February 1, 1927.On the other side was something exciting. Bridget gave a shout that brought her brother running.
“Look what I found,” Bridget said.
Colin took the paper and glanced at the date, then gasped when he saw the other side. Above a drawing were the words “My Treasure Map”.
“Grandpa always said he'd buried a treasure on his land,” Bridget said. “I thought he was teasing.”
“So did I,” Colin said. “This map proves that he wasn't.”
It was a simple map: just a big circle that said “The Giant” and an arrow pointing from it with the words “Twenty-Yard Walk”. At the end of the arrow was a small circle marked “Stone”, and an X.
“The Giant is what Grandpa called that big boulder,”
Bridget said.
“And the treasure is buried under a stone twenty yards from it,” Colin said. “Let's go!”
They ran outside and grabbed shovels from the shed. They raced across a f ield to The Giant. It was the only big boulder on the Iowa farm, and it stood beside a stream.
Colin started to walk away from The Giant. It wasn't easy to measure twenty yards with his short strides, but a glance around the f ield showed only two stones that could hide the treasure.