The Bronze Hourglass

Darkness fell. The silver glow of the moon alerted Karl it was time to begin. Carefully planned, painstakingly checked, and strategically synchronized with the security watchdog's erratic schedule, tonight was a mission go.

He could see his prize taunting him, calling from across the yard, bathing under the intense light of the moon. He observed it tease him, brilliantly exclaiming its beauty. He rallied his comrade and they set out to begin their quest.

Griffin, Karl's trusty accomplice, yawned as he stood watch at the base of the tree. He had been known to fall asleep on sentry duty before, but tonight had to be different. This was their only opportunity. Security might not be gone this long again for another month!

Karl checked in a final time with Griffin, his pudgy back already leaning against the tree as if to fall asleep. The clock had started. Griffin confirmed the panic word and Karl charged.

He sprinted hard and fast across the emerald lawn, dodging the gargantuan sprinkler heads as they leaped from the earth. Finally, he crested his target. He stood tall and proud on his hoard, the birdfeeder's bronze dome still gleaming. The moonlight now illuminates his glory.