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NO MOSS (standard:humor, 1940 words)
Author: BENTLINKAdded: Feb 24 2011Views/Reads: 2600/1785Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Stones from earth or stones from the heavens? Who can say?
 



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overlapping the first letters they moved on to collecting some of the 
rocks lying all around to erect a marker so any time they liked they 
could find just where they were when the sky was ablaze with shooting 
stars.  In short, order they had assembled a sizeable stack of dinner 
plate and larger sized rocks for the marker.  As luck would have it, 
one of the boys dropped one of the last rocks they found lying about on 
its edge and because of the steep hillsides incline the rock rolled 
away into the darkness.  In short, order they heard the rock splash 
into the little creek three hundred yards down at the base of the hill. 
 Over the next half hour the boys had launch the entire stack of rocks 
they had earlier collected into the creek below.  They then frantically 
grouped around in the dark for ever larger and better rounded rocks.  
Larry located one the size of a truck tire that seemed perfectly round 
but it was so heavy he had to get Toby's help getting it on edge and 
aligned for rolling.  Both boys were laughing so hard they almost ran 
the rock over their own feet before sending it on its way.  About ten 
seconds after launching the monster stone the boys heard a hollow thump 
and what sounded like a muted cow bell rattling from somewhere in the 
darkness, then after a further brief interval the loudest splash heard 
yet came from the creek.  When no other good stones could be found 
close by after the giggling staggering launch of the behemoth, the fun 
sort of went out of rock rolling and so the boys headed off for home. 

A few days after the second and even more spectacular celestial
fireworks, display the weekly addition of the “Pinch Creek Crier” 
newspaper carried a short concise news report detailing the mysterious 
death of the well liked farmer Dean's favorite dairy cow.  The cow was 
unnamed.  The newspaper also contained a two column advertisement 
advising everyone in Pinch County with money deposited in the West 
Pinch National Bank to sleep well because the federal bank examiners 
had just completed an in-depth audit and found in the words of one of 
the government officials “nothing lacking in your bank”.  The back most 
page of the Crier also had the usual small one column ad for Jakes 
flying school. 

“Hello Sheriff this is Maggie.  I keep getting calls from Betty Hall. 
No that's not right Betty Watt.  She was Hall when I knew her in high 
school.  Just as cute as could be, she was a cheer leader you know and 
dated that football boy...Now what was his name?  Well any how its 
Betty Watt now and you may remember her husband died last year from the 
flu of all things, they were well off and had that big house way over 
near the county line on route 6.” 

“Maggie.” 

“Yes Sir” 

“Were you going to tell me about someone calling?” 

“Oh my goodness I got so wrapped up in telling you about Betty's husband
and her house and everything I sort of lost track.  Anyhow it really is 
a sad thing about her husband and all but I guess she is doing okay 
now.” 

“Maggie.” 

“Oh my there I go again.  Well anyhow, Betty called and wants you to
call her.  That's all she said just have the sheriff call me.” 

“Maggie, did she happen to leave a number?” 

“Oh sure are you ready for me to read it to you now?” 

“Oh yes I am truly ready.” 

“You know sheriff I moped around this house for months after my husband
died and finally made up my mind that life goes on.  We never had kids 
so I was free to do just about anything I wanted but I was sort of 
stuck until I read that little ad for Jake's flying service.  I just 
jumped in my car and drove right over to the tri county air port to 
look things over.  Anyhow, Jake was just as nice as can be and gave me 
the grand tour.  I got to set in his plane and everything.” 

“Do you know my dispatcher Maggie well?” 

“Oh I am sorry let me get to the point.  Jake had me go through the
ground school training and had me up in the air in about three weeks.  
He said I was one of the most natural born flyers he had ever worked 
with.  I do love it, the freedom of being up there all alone, except 
for Jake of course and looking down on everything and seeing everything 
in a whole different way and so that is why I called.” 

“Just how is it you think I can be of service Ms Hall sorry I mean Mrs.
Watt?” 

“Oh that's okay people say that all the time.  Well anyhow sheriff I
read about that poor mans cow and how no one knew just what had 
happened to her so I flew over the Dean farm at about angels two to 
take a look see.” 

“Angels two what is angels two?” 

“Oh sorry that is aviator talk for two thousand feet altitude.  You can
see a lot of things from that height.  Like one time we.  Sorry Jake 
and I saw this young couple and well wait a minute you may not need to 
know about that.” 

Maggie was right Betty was just cute as can be, even over the phone. 

“Did you see something of interest when you flew over the Dean place at
two, sorry angles two?” 

“Roger, I saw all these dimples up on that hill above where the cow was
killed.” 

“Am I hearing you right did you say dimples?” 

“Roger, I mean yes sir dimples like.  There were all these brown spots
like dents in the grass all over the high part of that hill.  They were 
all different sizes and you could also see where an area of grass was 
pressed flat as if something big had been parked on top of it right 
square in the middle of all those dimples.  That was almost a week ago 
but Jake and I flew over that place again yesterday and the flattened 
grass mark is gone but it seems like the dimples are still there.  Have 
you ever been up in a small plane?” 

“No I have missed out on that experience but I think I had better just
take a little walk up that hill and have a look at the Betty dimples.” 

“Oh sheriff you are making fun of me and I don't think that is very nice
of you.” 

“No not at all Ms Watt these dimples may be just the kind of information
I need to put the space man rumors to rest.  Now about the young couple 
did they appear to be doing something illegal?” 


   


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