Fifty Cents!

"Fifty cents!" exclaimed the pixie as she offered three small stones at our front door. I called to my wife "This is for you..." as I pulled some coins from my pocket. I carefully extracted two pennies from the pile but the generous one took a dime and bought the stones. The pixie ran off to join her older brother, silent partner, instigator. So the stones took their place on a shelf in the kitchen, the story told to neighbors and friends. Many laughs! And now the stones have moved into a small Waterford bowl, where they positively shine, the center of attention. These are not just common stones but our best investment ever.