once upon a time, long long ago, all the rocks would stand in a circle that some day would be a henge.
they would stand in circle, and gaze at their ancestor rocks twinkling in the sky — their rock stars animals would come by, and sniff at them, or eat plants near or on them, or defecate on them in some manner, or stand in their middle and perform arcane rituals drawing unimaginable power down from the rock stars in the sky to the stone henge on the ground. …
