A Symbol-Io

It is early in the morning. As I blink my sleepy eyes I wonder what it is that has awaken me before the sun. I shake my head and begin to lay back down thinking that I was mistaken. There it is again. It sounds kind of like scraping. I peel back the curtain over my window slightly and peeler around the yard. I see no one but I still here the sound. I rise from my bed and tiptoe to the window in the sitting room. The sound is much louder here.

Outside the window I see a robes figure digging in our yard. There is not much light out but the whole looks a bit deep. They have been doing this for a while. I slip on my geta and head for the door. I slowly open it, so I will not catch the figures attention. I leave the door open and slowly creep forward. I want to get closer but not so close to where I will not have the distance to run to my father who is in the hut sleeping.

Right in ear shot where they should be able to hear my yell I see something on the floor wrapped in fabr