06-27-2009, 06:38 PM
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What a wonderful thing it would be, to be preserved in stone for so many years and to be the cause of the awe in someone else's voice. A link to the past, hidden away like a secret key. Hemming figured that Kansas was right, that there would be many more tucked into the hills, bearing different shapes or different sizes. His suggestion was splendid, and the gray wolf simply replied, "Yes," with a sheepish grin and a sparkle in his eye. Clearing a little patch of stones around the fossil so they could find it again easily, Hemming stood up slowly, casting his gaze to the cliffs.
It was possible that there was some way to tell if a patch of rock would be a good place to find fossils, but beyond knowing to look for sedimentary rock for the best of luck, Hemming did not possess that skill. Likely, it was down to good fortune, and the wolf chose a patch of the cliff that looked particularly crumbly to inspect. Peering at the ground as he walked slowly and carefully, he kept an eye out for any bits of rock that reflected light in an odd way. |