Rock Hunting

Rocks at Whidbey Island. Photo by Cecilia Kennedy

A fire-breathing dragon infestation, which was documented in rare manuscripts made up by the Fixin’ Leaks and Leeks Team, once led to frustrating years of isolation for wealthy castle-owners. In an attempt to still make a buck or two, they opened up their rocky courtyards to tourists who were brave enough to venture into fire-breathing dragon territory. Signs leading to these rocky courtyards read, “Open for Take-Out and Make-Believe.” Tourists could fill their pantaloons and petticoats with all of the rockin’ rocks they could find and either leave them “as is” or use paint to turn them into delightful replicas of nature or celebrities. Best of all, they didn’t need any special weapons in order to hunt the rocks. They could leave their sharpened swords, lances, spears, and knives at home. In fact, some of the rocks could just be thrown at any menacing fire-breathing dragons that would get in the way, and they’d drop from the sky, already cooked. Some of the fanciest rock-hunting places also carried delicious spice rubs that tourists could take home if they were lucky enough to hit a tasty dragon in the head and knock it from the sky.

As you can see, rock hunting is not nearly as exciting or dangerous as it once was, but Nate, Alex, and I took the ferry to Whidbey Island to wrangle up a few rocks that might be getting a little too comfortable along the shoreline of the Puget Sound.  In particular, we were looking for a rock for our own dangerous feline creature that does not shoot fire. Instead, SeaTac the cat shoots vomit because he eats too quickly. So, at the last doctor’s visit, the vet technician suggested we stick a rock in his bowl so that he has to eat slowly around it. During our hunt then, we found a very nice rock that shines like crystal in the sun. SeaTac does not appreciate it nearly as much as we do. In fact, when I first stuck it in his bowl, I swore I could hear him say,

“What the @!!? What is this? What do I do with it?”

Eventually, he pushed it out of the way and ate around his food. Hopefully, that rock helps him keep his food down.

The rock, which we put in SeaTac’s bowl. Photo by Cecilia Kennedy

Of course, we couldn’t go home with just one rock. Nate, Alex, and I didn’t exactly fill our pantaloons with a harvest of hardened soil and minerals, but I did find at least one other that I could turn into a ladybug, and here it is:

My ladybug rock. Photo by Cecilia Kennedy

I especially like how you can still see the glue hardening around the googly eyes and the dots, which add real-life touches to the painted parts. It’s like the ladybug is really coming at you. Either that, or it’s trying to send out a warning as best as it can, through its very expressive eyes, that there’s a fire-breathing dragon in the area. Take cover.

In Other News: “The Dishwasher” is a story I wrote several years ago about a dishwasher that eats people. As you can imagine, it got rejected. A lot. However, The Daily Drunk Magazine just accepted it, and you can read this short, short piece of fiction here: The Dishwasher.

Your Turn: Have you ever painted a rock or collected rocks on a beach? Discuss.




29 thoughts on “Rock Hunting

  1. When I was a kid, I used to pick up pebbles on every hike, or visit to the mountains or shore. Eventually I stopped collecting them, but now I’m going to always take a couple of rocks with me, to throw at dishwashers.

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    1. That might not work, though. When dishwashers turn evil, it’s probably best to just remove them from the house. I don’t understand why the people in my story never did that. What were they thinking?

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  2. I loved your story on rock hunting, Cecilia, and it took me back to a favourite birthday gift of my childhood, a rock polishing kit. Just a couple years ago now! Maybe, over time, SeaTac’s tongue will polish the rock into something even more beautiful as well!

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  3. Ahh, Whidbey Island, my childhood home! Great rock hunting there. I think you found the purrfect rock for SeaTac even if he disagrees.
    And, congratulations on the dishwasher story getting picked up!

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  4. Oh, my…your story reminds me why I never use my dishwasher, Cecelia!
    I loved hunting for rocks on the shores of Lake Superior in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. I miss that place every single day. I still have some of my lovely finds.

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  5. i loved collecting rocks and shells as a kid, but recently i’ve stopped doing that. great post, thank you for sharing❤️

    Follow @everythingtips for tips and recommendations if interested! It would mean a lot to me!🥺❤️

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