the_stone_searched_for fyn gula so she walked along the water's edge, wondering if she had made a mistake. if she should have kept the stone amongst the treasures when times were slow and she needed to look upon beauty. she could get it out, hold it, and feel its earthy warmth, put it under her pillow and hope for vivid imagery in her dreams. it was then she decided to hire search and rescue. her nine year-old neighbour had little styrofoam tanks, and he went in, diving, until he found a stone that looked like hers. she wan't sure, for he had several and they all looked the same. he lied to her for he knew which stone it was and it was in his pocket because everyone wants something and they care less if it is destroying another. 010203 what's it to you? who go blather from