Metamorphing, Growing Crystals
The Ship was trolling along on course. The sails were ship-shape. The hardtack and drink were laid out. And the Fools were slipping into the doldrums. Then with a raTt-clAtter-Bang-O there fell into their midst a laughing figure of boulder, rock and pebble. This jolly Rubble grinned and guffawed and so revived the Ship of Fools that they invited him to strengthen their ranks. Greatly were they surprised to find that this mass of rock not only cracked their ribs but floated as well. In all seven seas he swam, dove, and water-pirouetted so beautifully that under his influence all of the Fools took to synchronized swimming for recreation and â€˜laugh/bootyâ€™ acquirement. Whether this laughing, swimming Rubble came from regions of heaven, necessity or root beer, is currently the subject of extensive research.
Brant “Rubble” Bell