The Dig

"Holly drambit beckmha! I breken mine thamb wid min penachet," exclaimed the tach-peechont of Dramatayne. She wiped the blood with a slashing of teeomine. The peechont of the higher lachtan turned to her colleague Shraapna and said, I wouldna ha sez it so ludly boot I gots extracto when I find my plenta cicsaof da ages. She once again steadied the spike and swung the penachet. Upon the first direct hit, the petrified wood split apart.

They both peered inside. There was nothing but blackness. Shraapna spoke back to Harra. "Hid it agen Harra, like yee means id." The peechont hit it harder this time and the top of the box splintered. With a few more hits they had the lid off and were looking in at the four-thousand year old specimens.

The crate had been the largest complete and in tact find at the peechontment. So together with gusto, the two peechont's studied the articles within.

Harra spoke, "Lassa tha drambit coomba in dat taomine glooks chest; no?"

Shraapna replied, "Yeah, t'cood be a bit earragatin doe, bedder pron da smasks toobee shaif." They both tied swatches of teeomine around their mouths.

Carefully- together they lifted the first item out of the crate.

It was a grey, rectangular box made from anshend plasteek and was about the size and weight of a large grampoos. They sat it on the ground, wiped the dust away, and stared at the strange markings. Shraapna leaned over on his bony elbow in the dirt. I canna forshtand dis fer beck on dee anshend spetch, boot menzy off deez pokesters are simta our fabet."

Harra replied, "We muts sumunz Garamet. He con forshtand dem pokesters." She ran her fingers over the symbols and then called over her shoulder. "Garamet! We nodz yee oba dis way ferra idemfation."

While they waited for the old peechont to make his way over from the other side of the large pit, they lifted out the second item.

It was flat, and covered with little kebbers. The kebbers were each adorned with a different pokester. The item also had a coiled up tail attached to it. This all also appeared to be made from the same anshend plasteek. They studied the item in awe. It was the first of its kind that they had ever seen.

Then Garamet came over. The tall, old peechont dusted dirt off of his leggings and then rubbed his hands together. "Wattwee heb ear fooks?" He studied the two specimens with great interest. Then, after a few moments, they all lifted out the third and final item. It was the heaviest of the three. Although made mostly of anshend plasteek- the front of the bulky item was made of flate-jewel; one tremendous, solid, shiny piece. Once the dust was brushed away, they could all see their reflections in the dark background behind the flate-jewel. It was one of the biggest in-tact slabs of the substance that any of them had ever seen.

Garamet studied the markings. They were definitely the pokesters of the anshend spetch. He could hardly read any of their meanings however. He said to the other two peechonts, "I spekt da soma dat pokesters meaninz o tradenmarken off cumpeez."

"Cumpeez?" Harra asked. "Woot beesa meaninz da cumpeez?"

He answered her. "Tizz vare hodda splenze, vare hodda."

The three of them conversed for some time. Finally, after some debate, it was agreed; that they would take the items to Groond Poppa the wise.