Rock was at a campsite with several friends from the Little Rock Hash House Harriers, and they were tossing around his football. It rained heavily the night before, so there were puddles of water everywhere.
Rock threw a pass that sailed over Zach's head and bounced across a gravel road and parking area to the edge of a large puddle. Zach picked up a blue pillow from the road and threw it to Rock.
"Zach, I'm not going to play catch with a fucking pillow when I brought an eighty-dollar football," Rock said.
Zach laughed.
As Rock walked toward what he thought was the ball, it gradually became clear to him that it was nothing but a football-sized boulder. He looked around for a few minutes before concluding that the ball was lost. He considered that it might have been stolen.
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