[ WP ] While digging in your back yard , you make a discovery .

Shoving the pinestraw and faded woodchips out of the way, I begin digging. The ground on top was soft, easy to get through. Like a slightly undercooked cupcake. 
 
 As I delve further into the dirt, rocks and other tough obstacles stand in my way. I decide it's time for my shovel. 
 
 Jamming the tool into the earth, I lift soil away faster than I ever would have with my hands. Knowing I was reaching my prize, I returned to digging by hand. 
 
 As my fingers pry away the remaining rocks, the prize at the bottom begins to reveal itself. 
 
 I dust off the top of the box, and raise it above me. Through the translucent purple plastic, I see it. 
 
 My childhood bird.
