The peg

One windy day my friend and I went to the park but as we were biking there we pasted the old wooden peg, a massive peg. No one would ever stop to look. I started to wonder that what if that hill was a room and you could somehow get in. I told my friend but he just kept biking down the dusty gravel path. I slowly walked towards the peg and it just popped open. A cloud of dust came out from inside the hill. I was blinded by gold streaks of light and silver sparkles. I was rich.