One sunny, bright day a girl called Amy was walking home alone. As she trodded she reached the Central Park without even knowing. Amy thought why don’t I play in the park for a few I’m sure mum won’t mind. She thought that somewhere in the ground there must be some golden, expensive treasure. So with that thought she dug lot’s of deep dark holes in the muddy, but clean ground without any care of getting her tidy, neat cloth getting dirty. As she was digging like a golden, train dog she eventually she reached something hard and patterned amazingly.“ What was that I could feel?”…