Gus and the Giggle Rocks — Down in Rumblecut Quarry, Gus rolled along the dusty road with a bed full of stones going clunk-a-lunk, clunk-a-lunk. Read the full story →
Down in Rumblecut Quarry, Gus rolled along the dusty road with a bed full of stones going clunk-a-lunk, clunk-a-lunk. He liked the warm smell of dirt and diesel, and he liked backing up to the pit where the big rocks made the best THUDs. “Ready for the dump song?” Gus beeped, and his tailgate rattled like a tin drum.
Up went his bed, and out tumbled the rocks—bomp, bonk, bink! Then a tiny voice inside the pile squeaked, “Too slow! Add cymbals!” Out popped three echo mice wearing pebble hats, tapping shiny chips with their toes. They had not been hiding; they had been practicing for the quarry’s lunch bell band. Gus laughed so hard his headlights wiggled, then tipped one last stone for a perfect DONG. The mice bowed, the excavator hummed along, and Gus knew every clunk-a-lunk had brought him to the right stage. Can you spot where the giggle rocks might be waiting for their next bonk?
