“Look at that rock,” exclaimed George suddenly.
“What’s the matter with it?”
“Look at its shape.”
“It is queer,” admitted John. “It looks like a fish.”
“Doesn’t it? Maybe it’s a petrified shark.”
“I guess not that,” laughed John. “Still it is shaped more like a shark than anything else, isn’t it? Isn’t it queer?”
The odd shaped rock made a great impression on the two boys, and it was a queer freak of nature. Black in color and about thirty feet long the great bowlder stood out as a remarkable evidence of nature’s handiwork. It lay in a small opening in the midst of a grove of palm trees. The two boys drew near to investigate more closely and were amazed at the smoothness of its surface and the way it glistened in the sunlight.
“This is certainly strange,” exclaimed George. “It looks as if it might have been under water for hundreds of years and was worn smooth this way by the waves.”
“It’s so different from the other rocks, too,” said John. “I wonder what made it black this way.”
“Do you notice,” remarked George, “that it doesn’t look so much like a shark when you are close to it? When we first saw it, it certainly did though.”