Volume 2
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Stonemason
It's quite natural for a young border to be inquisitive. To examine all things and determine whether they have any value or not.
In my early months I often strolled around my patch, looking under the shrubbery and seeking out anything that I considered interesting.
One such item was the small round pebbles and irregular shaped stones that lay on the earth, pushed to the surface by worms (now there's another story).
Since there seemed little point in standing in the cold and wet examining these items, I would bring them into the house.
I found that by rolling them around between my canine teeth they made a great rattling sound.
The boss, alarmed by this teeth grinding exercise, would quickly offer me a small biscuit.
Since food is what us borders dream about, I had to drop the small pebble in order to get the biscuit in my mouth. This enabled the boss to snatch up the stone.
Now we're not a stupid breed, and it was obvious that this sequence of events would always provide me with a tasty morsel.
Not wishing to push my luck, I would only repeat the exercise a couple of times in each session, and then maybe next day I would go through the routine again.
If my timing was wrong, and the boss wasn't about, I would leave the stone somewhere for later recovery. However, many is the time that one of my human companions has let out a cry of pain as they unexpectedly trod on one of my discarded stones. In stocking feet I gather it can be painful.
Every time they retrieved a pebble from me they would drop it into a jar (don't ask me why), and below is a picture they took of me with my 2 year haul.
If only we lived in the Kimberley Mountains, these little stones could be worth a fortune.
I will continue with my cunning plan to get a tasty morsel at will, and who knows, one day there may be enough stones to build me an executive kennel.
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