Walking down the road one day an older gentleman in a tattered grey overcoat came upon a young man holding a bright green rock. A foul-smelling gas was coming from the rock as the young man held it tightly, examining it’s surfaces.
“Sir”, said the old man. “Did you know that what you are holding is very poisonous?”
The young man looked surprised. “It isn’t poisonous! It’s extremely rare and you can’t have it. It is all mine and I’m not letting go of it.”
“Trust me, it is not that rare. It is poisonous, however, and it will have a great affect on you.”
“Yeah right. Can you prove that it is poison?”
“Well, tell me how you found it.”
“This morning I was walking through the park, talking with an acquaintance.…Read More »