“By the way, I bought you a book today,” Ryan handed Roy the book.
“Thank you, but A Clash of Kings? Why, Ryan? I haven’t even read A Game of Thrones,” said Roy.
Ryan answered, “Actually, I bought you A Game of Thrones long time ago. I buried it in our backyard.”
“I put the book in a wooden box and bury it in our backyard. We have shovel or hoe there, take it. Consider it a game of treasure hunting.”
“What the hell, Ryan? What mistake did I make to have a brother like you?” Roy groaned in disbelief.
“Just dig the ground, satan. Also please appreciate my effort to make the present more interesting.”