The Great Discovery

On the third or fourth shovelful of dirt, I hit something very hard. It didn't cluck like whatever was down there was made of wood, it was more like hitting a rock. What ever it was, it was big.

I began digging around it, trying to make a big enough crater that I could start digging underneath it, but it didn't seem to have any sides. It was more like a massive layer of rock below the soil. I just kept digging though, until I finally found a definite side to this thing. It appeared to be a huge brick of some sort. I don't mean a brick like you'd use to build your fireplace or house, I mean a brick the size of a pup-tent.

I continued to dig lengthwise, but there didn't seem to be an end. I did discover that the stones were indeed a type of brick, no, more like a block. They were perfectly squared; 2 foot by 2 foot; and were connected with some sort of mortar, though it didn't look to be cement. It looked more like oatmeal; solid oatmeal.

I dug down both sides of this thing that was beginning to look like a wall. The blocks were a strange hue of reddish-orange with quite a bit of gravel embedded within. I started digging downward, wondering if there was a bottom to this thing and found out almost 2 hours later that apparently there wasn't.

I dug around that thing for a solid 6 hours, never actually finding the beginning or finding the end; just the blocks in the middle. I went down as deep as I could, but there was still more down below the soil. I studied the structure, but found no trace of writing, no trace of tool marks, and no trace of who put this thing here.

The blocks were perfectly symmetrical, even with the thick oatmeal-looking mortar between them. I could now see a huge part of this thing and still wasn't sure what it was. I had become obsessed with it, I needed to know just what it was. Had I discovered an ancient temple to some forgotten god?

I continued to dig well into the night. I had decided to dig lengthwise again as I was sure there had to be an end somewhere. Eventually I found it. I reached the corner of this mammoth enclosure, only to discover that it extended on again from there. I realized that it was even bigger than I could have hoped.

It was almost midnight before I finally quit digging. I was exhausted, yet sheer determination was keeping me going. I thought I'd quit for the night and get back at it again the next day. I didn't want to tell anyone that I had found something just yet, I wanted to make sure I had something worth telling.

I drove home with a thousand questions running through my head. The possibilities as to what it was seemed endless. I crawled into bed, but didn't get much sleep. I was too excited about my great discovery.

Around 8 the next morning, I went back to the site of my find. I was shocked to see that there were policemen surrounding my wall of blocks and a pot-bellied farmer screaming frantically and flailing his arms as if he were being attacked by a swarm of bees.

I calmly pulled up along side an officer and asked him what was happening. He had a strange little smirk on his face and said, "Some fool came out here last night and tried to dig up Mr. Cowell's septic system".

I let out a nervous giggle, thanked the officer, and drove away. I guess archeology isn't for me.