While walking on the beach you stumble on a valuable object buried in the sand – say, a piece of jewelry or an envelope full of cash. What do you do with it? Under what circumstances would you keep it?
With only his head above the sand at least he could watch the sun set. She had buried him there. That was the game, she would bury him and the dog would dig him out. Then they got called away for lunch and he was forgotten.
Well it’s not so bad he thought, the sand is warm and the sky clear.
Soon he heard people coming down to the beach. One couple lit a fire and someone else brought out the food and drinks. Bit by bit the crowd grew bigger. The few times he was almost stepped on he didn’t out, the music was loud and he figured no one would hear him.
Then one by one, two by two, the people left, some grumbling and some laughing. The laughers had had a good time regardless of whether or not the meteor shower was spectacular. They all left and he stayed in the sand, unseen in the dark.
The rest of the night passed uneventfully. He welcomed the day. He welcomed many days, but the beach stayed deserted due to the rain that had blown in. She never came back. No one ever saw him there, in the sand, just his face and hat above it.
One particularly stormy night, the tide was higher than normal, and he was dragged out of his sandy prison and away to his next adventure.