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He spoke of burying the collected treasure. But the Widower did not even trust the earth's sands for a task like this. Greedy, she was, wanting that it all be kept hers and hers alone.

The sand blows. Noses and eager paws pry. If his nose could find what was hidden, so could others.

I will not leave my treasures so vulnerable. They must stay hidden from any eye other than my own. Or his, should she care to share them.