“A-scavenging we will go, a-scavenging we will – what’s that?”
The Scavengers didn’t like taking anything that wasn’t useful. Or edible. This object was certainly a puzzle. It seemed to be made of shiny, mustardy celluloid.
The two Scavengers stared at Pennie. “Dude. It’s a box.” “Yeah. Chill.” Pennie snarled. “You don’t survive in the scavenging business being stupid,” she said.
They stared at the now-open case. It stared back. It did not attack. “Nah. It’s not a Decepticon.” “But it is still a puzzle!” The Scavengers decided to take drastic measures.
Oh. A pen. And a pencil. “Well, that was a bit of a non-event, wasn’t it.” “Brody, shut up,” said Pennie and Daisey.
“We could scavenge these for a pretty penny,” said Daisey. Pennie bristled. “I am so tired of that joke. It’s not even a joke.” She waved her Official Scavenger Rocket Pistol in the air. Daisey shrugged. “I can’t help it if you’re sensitive.” Brody said, “Guys, can we please get back to work?”
They also noted the case said “Moore’s.”
“We found a Moore 72 set before,” said Brody. “It’s in the archives somewhere. Oh yes, here it is. I’ll go get it, then Daisey and I can get the Valuatrix to come over and valuate them.” “What am I supposed to do?” Pennie said.
When I arrived several rotations later, I found Pennie still sulking beside the pens. Being the Valuatrix is hard work, contrary to what the Scavengers think.
I stamped “Of Value” on the Scavengers’ slip and went on my way. I do hope they will find more pens. (And for Pennie to be a little less trigger-happy. What if she shoots a Waterman filigree overlay? Oh dear.)