If you were walking along an empty beach and spotted a small lavender bag, would you not want to know what was inside?
I picked it up. Tom said, "Linda! Throw that down! Who knows what that is!" But I couldn't resist. (Again, I ask: Could you?)
I need to carry a knife because it took me a while to tear it open––but look! Nine pennies, a shark's tooth, and a handful of shells.
