Pet Rock

Sam’s pet rock felt rough under his fingers. “I shall call you… Inigo Mantoya!”

The rock sat there.

“You killed my father,” Sam said in a high-pitched voice. He shook the rock around with each syllable.  “Prepare to die.”

The rock took out a sword and stabbed Sam through the heart. After twelve long years, the rock had finally avenged his father’s senseless death.

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