there was once a rock named Chester Rock. Chester lived with his family in the province right where the air is clean and the trees, green. one day, the stones in his town saw big machines and trucks coming. these remained for days and then eventually to weeks. Papa Rock came home one day and told Mama Rock that the machines were removing chunks of land and moving those that they removed into piles. Chester's eyes grew wide and he was determined to see them himself.
the next day, Chester awoke to the sound of engines. he realized that the machines could probably be removing land again! a few feet away, he found his sisters and parents looking over a fortress of machines and piles of stones and ores. he asked his dad if what was happening, his dad said that they might be moved soon too because the rest of their neighbors were transported to this conveyor that sent them into the back of a truck. Chester was quite scared but excited at the same time. he heard stories from some of the townstones left with them that something great awaited beyond.
giggling, his sisters didn't seem to share the same anxiety he felt about whatever it was that waited for them in the dump truck. night time came, chester couldn't sleep until the sight of the sparkling night sky slowly lulled him to slumber...
In the morning,
tooot tooot tooot....cruusshhhh!
TO BE CONTINUED...
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