TRASH
There's no way you're going to cut some back yard that probably hasn't been cut in decades, and suffer the damn creatures probably living in it now. You pick the garage.
"Okay, you go and clean everything out of there, and put everything in bags for the garbage man to come pick up. Now scoot scoot!" the old lady says and closes the door.
You go to the garage beside the house where you see a ton of trash bags have been conveniently left for you. You slide the big garage door open and see a mountain of items in a big heap. Some of the stuff looks like its been here for over fifty years. You still have cats giving you the evil eye.
You begin to dig through the pile of trash and throwing it in the bags. Its dull, mindless work, until you come across something shiny
"Shitfire! Its gold!" you say to yourself.
It's a golden candle stick to be precise. You know a pawn shop that would pay a lot of money for this! You look around and don't' see anybody passing by; you ponder if you should just take off.
"Okay, you go and clean everything out of there, and put everything in bags for the garbage man to come pick up. Now scoot scoot!" the old lady says and closes the door.
You go to the garage beside the house where you see a ton of trash bags have been conveniently left for you. You slide the big garage door open and see a mountain of items in a big heap. Some of the stuff looks like its been here for over fifty years. You still have cats giving you the evil eye.
You begin to dig through the pile of trash and throwing it in the bags. Its dull, mindless work, until you come across something shiny
"Shitfire! Its gold!" you say to yourself.
It's a golden candle stick to be precise. You know a pawn shop that would pay a lot of money for this! You look around and don't' see anybody passing by; you ponder if you should just take off.