It all began in a small wood near Chipping Granite just outside of Stratford. Sunday morning at ten when the Rev. Worple Le Posset was walking Jericho, his Puddle an unlikely combination of pug and poodle. ‘What’s that, boy?’ The dog spun in circles as the shards of rainbow colours scattered on the ground.
The Rev looked up as his theological training had taught him to do when seeking enlightenment and, for once, he received the gift of insight rather than the burden of neck pain. ‘Bloody heck.’
It took four stout yeopersons from the village to scale the twisted beech and retrieve what turned out to be the biggest diamond the world had seen. Weighing in at nearly fourteen pounds, the rock captured a nation’s imagination for, well, about thirteen hours before an even bigger rock was found in a dumpster between Fifth Avenue and Forty-Fifth Street by an unlikely combination of Millicent Plankton, an occasional cocktail waitress and amateur seismologist and Parsons Rantwimble, dog podiatrist and sumo wrestler.
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