Flifferhuzza

It was a humid summer day in Maine. One of those days where it is not quite warm enough to go to the beach but not quite miserable enough to sit inside all day. My neighbors and I decided to go for a hike. Although it was called a mountain, it was really just a large hill in the middle of nowhere. We began our hike into the deep woods, seeing animals like chipmunks and birds everywhere, but nothing too intimidating. About a half hour later as we came to the top, and saw the beautiful lakes and forests down below. There was a stone tower that was used as a lookout point, so we climbed up the stone stairs and saw the word Flifferhuzza carved into the stone wall with a circle around it. "What does that mean?", my friend asked. Shrugging my shoulders, I touched the engraving, and it began to budge. At first I thought I was just playing mind games with myself, but when we whacked the wall using all of our strength the entire piece then crumbled and there was a large opening in the wall. Speechless, we peered inside and discovered a metal box with a rusty lock that said "F" on it. We were able to twist the lock off because it was so old, and discovered an old piece of paper that read:
             Congratulations! You are one of the many to have discovered the Flifferhuzza of this mountain. Open the box to discover the Flifferhuzza and sign your name to show that you are one of the few to have discovered this.
Captiously, I removed the lid to see a large, dark green stone attached to the smaller box. Sure enough, the word Flifferhuzza was engraved into it. The stone sparkled and looked like it had been there for years on end. There were small dents in it where people had tried to take some of the Flifferhuzza for themselves. The stone was tough, however, and it appeared that none of these people had been successful. After about an hour of marveling at the stone, we signed our names on the sheet of paper and continued on our hike back down.