$CUBE
ONE CUBE. FULL CUSTODY.
He found the green block. Nobody gets it back.
At sundown, Cube Cat takes the village lawn and settles both paws around the green cube. He does not chase it, trade it, or explain where it came from. Doors close. Torches wake. The cube remains exactly where he put it. By morning, the grass is dented, the whiskers are straight, and inventory is unchanged.
Six local truths, observed from a respectful distance.
Paws down. Inventory closed.