By Anya, 11
A great sigh cast along the small wood. The plump businessman ran over to where I was.
'No, no, no,' he screamed hysterically, 'this can't be happening.' The man in the flat, black cap also ran over.
'Sir, it's unbelievable! It's solid stone.'
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