The small Indian boy loved roaming the desert collecting shiny rocks. Sometimes he would find a piece of metal from armies of days gone by. Still living on the reservation, the boy lived with his gram and poppa. Poppa worked off and on in town at his rock hounding booth selling rocks and equipment for the tourists.
The youngster reached down to the desert surface, sifting through the sands, when his small fingers grasped a foreign object. He brought it up to his face for a better look. The metal object was irregular in shape but had a shiny surface that glowed when oscillated in the sun's reflection. What it was, Pedro couldn't determine. He was only nine years old.
A small button or it seemed like a button moved under his thumb. Another piece of his treasure opened up making the two inch object appears like a dragonfly.
The boy looked it over again and then stuffed it down deep into his right pants pocket. "This is mine, I don't think I want Poppa to sell it."
He could now here his grandmother calling him in for lunch. Poppa will be home soon.