Gemotions

"Well, this is just great," grumbled Daniel, kicking at a loose clod of dirt. The sun beat down on his neck as he glared at the unearthed metal cylinder. He’d been trying to replace the broken sprinkler head, and now this. He was already running late for the golf game with his friends.

He squatted, his knee protesting with a sharp twinge. He considered ignoring it, refilling the hole, and pretending he'd never seen the thing. But curiosity, and a deep-seated sense of obligation, nagged at him. With a sigh, he began to unearth the container, one handful of dirt at a time.