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The two farmers looked at the large rocks that had stood forever in their paddock.
They both agreed the stones were a nuisance and that they couldn’t shift them. Ploughing was arduous enough without these rocks getting in the way.
The argument had raged for years. The solution always the same. They were immovable. Even dynamite had been used to no avail.
The farmer’s family insisted the stones were a beauty mark on a drab landscape.
Miss Fanny on the opposite hill maintained they had magical qualities, but most folk thought of her as insane and so that suggestion was cast into the local folklore.
On the next full moon the farmers were again standing in the same place when they noticed a strange light emanating from the rocks and straddling the distance between the two stones.
One looked at the other and immediately denied what they had seen. They decided to divide the paddock between themselves each marking his boundary as either side of the stones. Just to be safe.