The explorer stood at the table. His prize lay within reach, sealed in its box. He had braved countless speeding steel machines of death, numerous wheeled cages and endless hordes of natives to secure his treasure.
Almost there.
Sweat glistened on his brow as he slowly drew forth his blade. The handle was a rich, dark chestnut color, the blade itself still somewhat gleaming in the light. It was his newest acquisition, and had served him well so far. Its' small size belied a cutting ability far beyond its stature.
Ever so gently, the man made a small incision in the top of the box, releasing the lid. He carefully raised the lid, always wary for traps. He did not live this long without being cautious. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he slowly removed the canister inside.
An examination of the canister convinced him that his knife would be useless for the next part. Setting it carefully on the table, he took hold of the canister with his left hand while pushing down on the top and turning it with his right.
Like magic, the lid turned effortlessly and came off in his hand.
Only one obstacle left.
A metallic film covered the opening, and he knew his knife would be needed again. Picking it up, he made a small incision in the film near the side of the opening and tensed, waiting. Seeing no poisonous gas or other danger, he continued to cut around the opening until the film was removed. He closed the blade of his trusted companion and returned it to its resting place in his pocket. Glancing into the canister, he smiled triumphantly at his prize.
Vitamins.
This was much more fun to write then "used my new chestnut bone peanut to open a new jar of vitamins."
Hope you enjoyed it.
John
