چاقوی شانس

The Lucky Knife

Last year, I had a unique chance to work with my uncle, who has devoted his life to studying past generations. I was part of a crew of students he had hired. We signed a contract to work with him. He was the boss. We lived far from the nearest town and we dined on what we could find.

Some of the things we ate had an unusual flavor.

We had been there about a month and still hadn’t found anything. One day, I began to dig in the soil. The layers of soil got wetter. Soon I was digging in the mud. My shovel began to get very heavy. It felt like it had doubled in weight, because the ground had absorbed such a lot of water.

Finally, I saw something in the mud. It was an old knife! The handle felt smooth in my hand. I lifted it up so I could see it better. There was writing on it. “It says it will bring good luck,” my uncle said with a smile.

The next day, we found many more things. There were pots and tools. My uncle donated all of the things to a special committee of a charitable foundation.

Many newspapers wrote stories about it. It seemed the knife really did bring good luck!