We now begin the story of the Golden Hands.
At first they just dug holes for the dog, and they enjoyed the work. It was nice to get outside and do some honest labor, even though they were not constructed for this labor. Oh, they wondered why the dog couldn't do it; you'd think he would prefer to dig his own holes, so he knew by scent where he'd left something, but Master Richie knew best. So the hands told themselves.
Their design made it impossible to dig anything more than a shallow hole, and the bone always stuck up above the dirt because there wasn't enough depth to the hole, and no one ever cleaned off the dirt and the Goldeln Hands spent many days feeling filthy and forgotten. But Master Richie knew best.