The sun warmed the grass near the old oak tree. Anastasia spotted a glint of gold and dropped to her knees.
She dug with frantic hands, kicking up dry leaves that swirled in the air. Her eyes searched the dirt for the source of the shine.
Her fingers brushed against something hard. She pulled out a heavy, dusty metal box from the earth.
She tried to lift it, but it wouldn't budge. Anastasia tugged at the cold, rusted latch until her face turned red.
Suddenly, her dad knelt beside her. He tapped the lid with a small key he pulled from his pocket.
The lock clicked open with a loud snap. The lid creaked upward, revealing not jewels, but shiny silver coins.
Anastasia gasped and grabbed two coins. She held them up to catch the bright sunlight.
The coins shone like tiny suns in her palms. Her eyes went wide with pure delight.