The heat was oppressive. Too hot to dig but I needed to move my stash. My body felt leaden as I retraced seven steps to the right of the tree and three forwards. I glanced around. No-one was watching. I dug.
The hole was empty. My head felt muggy. I shook it as if I could dislodge the confusion. Where had it gone?
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and remembered. It was seven steps left. I found the spot. My heart thudded as I dug. The bone was still there. I wagged my tail and drooled.
Written for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 word story inspired by a photo prompt. Read the other entries here.