It took Pomo and Tomo four days to find the stones, the druid had told them to collect.
It took four days for them to plan the dig.
Four days to get them out of the ground.
Found days to raise them onto their ends.
It took four days of arguing as to the best method to transport them.
Four days to find enough workers to help move the stones.
By this time, the sense of urgency the druid had instilled in them was lost.
Both men had had enough of stones, digging and most of all arguing.
“If it was so important,” said one to the other, “why doesn’t the druid come and get the stones himself?”
Tomo suggested they leave the stones where they were.
Both men had grown to like the look of them.
They both felt the stones were adding to the landscape.
“Could be a doorway,” said one to the other.
“We could have created a whole new future tourist attraction.”
“If the sun hits it at the light angle they’ll call us geniuses.”
“If the moon strikes it we’ll be legends.”
“I think we should give it a name,” said Pomo over a cup of tea.
“Got any ideas?” asked Tomo.
“It’s an enigma isn’t it,” said Pomo pondering the question.