I lost my rock. I was walking along yesterday, and this little river polished hunk of calcite screamed out "take me home". Without even thinking, I picked it up and started carrying it. I had it in my hands most of the day and I just remembered where I left it!
I dropped it at the housing lottery, and it rolled under this girl's shoe. I decided to just wait till later and I forgot about it. Hrm... maybe it'll find it's way back like that staff I had once... that think couldn't be gotten rid of even if you wanted to. I'll recognize the rock, I put silver paint on it in funky patterns that only I do.
Crazy or a mystik... who knows or cares?
