Lying Stones

["Kent and Karen Ivey" <kkivey@zzzzzzz>]

Here is the stuff legends are made of:

So the story goes in the not to distant past , there was an eccentric sculptor who happened to make friends with a fellah who happened to have a lot of country with a lot of good stone under it, a lot of money , a lot of airplanes and a lot of imagination ( fueled perhaps by a lot of tongue lubricant in bottled form, a form of imagination stimulant they both enjoyed , who can say which liked it more?)

During one of their preventative maintenance session that usually happened late at night in the dungeon of the castle they were both building lest their imaginations seize up during the daylight hours,  an idea was hatched. Both had been piddling with carving in ancient styles, things which any self respecting Pharoe would have been proud to have had in his tomb. And both of these fellahs being prodigious at work production, they had a lot of statues, hryogliphics, lumps of stuff that looked like it fell off the Sphinx,and things that had looked really good the night before, not so good when the sun  illuminated it.

Having a lot of airplanes around that were built with the purpose of dropping objects from enormous heights, having a lot of objects  at hand, and having fertile imaginations and a huge sense of humor, these  two legendary figures decided that a puzzle wrapped in an inigma buried in the earth deep as though time had covered it over might be just the thing to enliven the residents of a dry and dusty region in ages to come.... so they loaded the statues, glyphs and such in the bomb bays of the flying machines, and set out on a whirlwind tour of the remote cotton fields of same region, to grace them with an astounding array of artifacts that  may seem in future generations of archaeology to have just dropped out of the sky.

Such is the stuff legends are made of.
Are we carving truthfully?
Kent Lee Ivey