Two boys close to maturity ran up to Chieftain Buroogu’s hut one morning. “We found something incredible,” the older one gasped for breath. “Incredible,” the younger one nodded and raised his arms high. When the chieftain came out of the hut, they told him that they had come across a strange cave with straight and smooth walls. Not far from the huts, it was deep under the ground, but it was exposed after some of the soil on top of it crumbled away following a recent storm that brought heavy rain. “Look what we found inside,” the older boy pulled a large disk from his knapsack. It was made of some material none of them had seen ever before. Very hard and quite heavy, it was also shiny and slippery to the touch. Close to the edge, it had a number of round holes that were evenly spaced around the disk. “Listen,” said Buroogu as he inspected it from both sides, “our elders tell us about similar finds, but they do not like to talk about them at any length.” He explained that some things of this kind were dangerous to touch. “We shall go to the cave you found and make sure nobody else finds it,” he concluded by lowering his voice. Once they got there, the chieftain tossed the disk into the cave, covered the opening with thick branches and several pieces of flat stone, and piled some soil over it. And then they planted a few shrubs on top of it all before they returned to the huts. “Remember,” the chieftain hugged the boys, lowered his head, and spoke into their ears, “this is our secret, for caves like the one you have found are full of things that are dangerous to touch.” The boys nodded and ran away without a word. And Buroogu strode to the hut of Walai, the medicine man, for a quick consultation. He should know when the time would be right to move the huts, as well as where they should be moved. It was high time, too.