Tuesday
Oct252011
Right
You head to the right. Miles pass under your well-worn boots and gradually the flat expanse gives way to undulating grassy hills, and in the far distance you see shapes that could be clouds or could be mountains.
You walk up the next hill and nestled in the next low point is a rock, roughly the size of a volkswagen. Something about the rock piques your interest, probably because it's the first thing larger than your foot that you've come across for a long, long time.
What do you do?
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