Kneel down and look at the thing
You kneel on the mossy lawn, adding more grass stains to your old and
ratty but designer jeans. The cats mews loudly, very scared and
nervous, quite unlike the cat it had been.
You stroke it, look at the shimmering object. It twinkles and appears
to be a sort of coin. You wonder if you ought to pick it up or leave
it.
