Treasure is not always gold.
I sit in the middle of Colchester, people watching. A father and son stop, the father abandons the son on the sidewalk to enter a shop to gamble money on a horse race. The son is about 3-years-old and calls for his father, he tries to push against the shop door, but it is too heavy.
In my imagination multiple dangers lurk, the boy could be abducted, the pushchair could roll into the road into the path of a car, or the child walks into the road with the same result. I dislike intervention, so I watch and wait. The father eventually leaves the shop, the father-and-son go on their way. The unwise father is oblivious to the precious treasure he risked the loss of by leaving his son on the sidewalk alone as he pursued the fools delusion of treasure won on horse races.