Smith walked amid the bushes. Suddenly, his foot caught on a small rock. “What’s this?,” he questioned.
Upon closer inspection, it was a pebble of a minute size. Grabbing it from Smith for my own analysis, I realized that the object was, in fact, a microscopic stone. This could be the discovery of a lifetime! I set the grey wonder next to an ugly, round rock, and went to obtain my research equipment. Coming back, it was sunset. I went to grab the silver marvel, but to my horror, it was gone. I heard a noise from the treetops…..
My God. It was Smith, dressed down to his underwear, babbling incoherently and holding the magical stone. I had to have it, but my tree-climbing skills proved to be abysmal. I decided that if I can not have the rock, nobody can. So, I did the only rational thing. I threw a hammer into the tree.
The hammer flew towards the rock and smashed it to bits. Smith screamed, jumped out of the tree, and fell unconscious. He has not yet waken up. That rock could not had carried any value, anyway. Just a rock. A rooooooooooooooooock. Look, the rock is floating, it’s forming back into a rock, hahaha. Floating towards meee. My rock. I left Smith where he lay and carried on toward the lost temple.
Off to a good start, I suppose.