In the woods of Norway, behind a dilapidated wood cabin, is a long field with strands of grass that go until they meet the mountains.

Sam was alone. He was geared and had a dusting pan and a backpack large enough to carry two bowling balls and he was pinker than ever, having to walk until he got there.

He stepped through the grass and avoided ant piles looking for one thing in particular: Dinosaur Bones. The layer underneath the soil carries oil and a prophesized T-rex skeleton.

…

He started on a dirt patch, grunting as he dug. Rather quickly, his shovel rang, hitting something metallic and he tried digging around it, but it seemed too big.

He paused,

“What is this thing?” He asked himself while he dug and it seemed to trigger a reaction in the metal object.

It slowly whirred, lifting itself from the ground. It was a saucer! A UFO. Sam in disbelief, put his hands on his head and then dropped his arms.

“What the hell!?”