Short, Short Story

It was a hot summer day when I found it. I was walking along the beach, like I do every thursday, when I stubbed my toe on an object buried in the sand. Without realising it I had already knelt down on the hot, dry sand to scoop up the infernal object. And to my surprise it was not a shell or rock. It was a fossil. Me being an archaeologist I quickly identified it as a trilobite. And that is how uncle sam found the million dollar fossil.