Chapter 14: Ch. 13 – It’s Called a Cerberus

Completely unused to the concept of having money, Momo did what any sane person would do with gold - she buried it.

For her cat to dig up.

She gave Dusk a good sniff of the coin pouch before instructing her to wait in place. Dusk did not like that, meowing in protest while Momo dug holes in the field. Casting [Focus] as she went, she felt the world fade away. Her eyes went black, her pupils fully dialated. Nothing and no one existed except the task.

Digging holes was who she was now. This was her purpose.

The cows watched on with apathetic interest, grazing as Momo dug holes like a madman. Momo couldn’t help but think that they were judging her for digging holes in their perfectly good food, which - fair.

If some cow put their hooves in her pizza, she’d be pissed too.

But nonetheless, she had to overlook their perfectly justified feelings - Dusk's training had to be taken seriously. She had real faith in the cat. Yes, admittedly, she was currently engaged in a one-way beef with a leaf that had just fallen on her, but alas. Momo was certain she was meant for great things.

Finally satisfied with the amount of holes she had dug, Momo held herself high, suddenly feeling like one of those olympic gymnastics coaches - those people who were just wayy too involved in the success of ten year olds. But this was different. Dusk was a cat, for one. A cat of unlimited potential.

Continuing to the next phase of her plan, Momo filled the holes with the gold pieces and kicked dirt and grass back on top of them, obfuscating the shining gold underneath. Momo grimaced as the [Focus] faded away, becoming completely aware of what she was doing. Despite her new intellect points, she had failed to think about how dirt-filled her purse would be after she collected these again. Oh well - maybe she could dunk them in the river first. Or have Dusk lick them clean. What did undead cats eat, anyway? Dirt seemed nutritious enough.

Regardless, the field was set. She put her feet together, holding her hand to her head in a salute.

“Dusk, at your ready!”

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Dusk assumed the position of a sprinter - one furry leg back, another forward.

“And… search!”

Dusk took off with the speed of a bullet train. She pounced from dirt patch to dirt patch, digging frantically into the ground. Her guess was accurate about half the time - sometimes she emerged with whiskers full of worms, other times with a gold coin caught firmly between her teeth, her ears perked up, proud as a peacock.

Momo clapped, her mouth breaking out into a wide smile.

“Seven out of ten! There we go!" she cheered, "just three left now, that’s my Dusky girl!”

Dusk didn’t stop until all ten were found. She sent grass flying as she dug up over half the field, much to the cows silent dismay.

Carrying the last gold coin to Momo’s feet, Dusk flopped over with her belly to the sky. She was utterly exhausted.

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