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Ever found a magic rock before and wondered what to do with it? Apparently everyone, except for Angelique, knows exactly what you're supposed to do when you find something rare and valuable. Is she seriously to believe that she shouldn't even touch it?
Warning: this goofy story for kids may result in smiles, snorts, and possibly some LOLs. Listen at your own discretion.
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Visit lolstorytime.com for merch and other... stuff.
Ever found a magic rock before and wondered what to do with it? Apparently everyone, except for Angelique, knows exactly what you're supposed to do when you find something rare and valuable. Is she seriously to believe that she shouldn't even touch it?
Warning: this goofy story for kids may result in smiles, snorts, and possibly some LOLs. Listen at your own discretion.
*Shout-out and character name lists remain closed
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Speaker 1 (00:01):
YLLOL story Time really not a glory Time, Rabbits standing,
You'll be fine follow the whole storyline. Helloel story Time.
Might you love at least one time story Time? Welcome
back to the show. This is LOL Storytime and today's
story is called the Magic Rock. This one features characters
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named after Angelique from Australia and Annabel. Before we get
to the other shoutouts some exciting news. The LOL Storytime
story writing contest opens tomorrow. You'll be able to find
all the details and rules atloelstorytime dot com. I can't
wait to see what you guys come up with. Shout
out this week to the following listeners. Hans Romberg from Fairfax, Virginia,
(00:46):
Jackson and Hudson ronson Torres along with his siblings Bryson, Arrow, Archer,
Miles and Morning, Sophie and Jessica from Ireland. Aubrey and
Deacon Johnson from Maryland, Joshan and our Zoe from Toronto, Canada,
Max Alli in Sage along with their cat Jasper, Benjamin
(01:08):
and Colecchi colin Brooklyn and Stella, Claire and Quinn with
dogs Meg and Stormy, Jasmine, Ivy, Zeni, Charlie from Richmond, Texas,
Derek and his little brother Liam, and also Myra from Helsinki.
More sheriffs to come next time, but for now, let's
(01:30):
get into the story. This is the story of a rock.
How cool? Is that? Not cool? Well, I'm not talking
about any old rock. This was one of those rocks
you could paint. Still not better? Well, stick around anyway
(01:52):
and give it a chance. You're not giving it a chance,
are you? You're about to skip this whole story, aren't you? Okay? Fine,
this story is about a magic rock. Okay? Is that
what you needed to hear? Sheesh? Now, let's get on
with it. One day, a girl named Angelique had been
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sitting in class when her art teacher placed a rock
on top of her desk. A rock. What is this?
I thought we were going to make art? How am
I going to get featured in an art gallery holding
a rock? Angelique's art teacher explained that they were going
to use the rock to make art. Sir. Back when
I was little, I thought it was weird that we
had to make pictures using macaroni, but a rock this
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is even weirder than that, sir. You just won the
prize for suggesting the weirdest thing to make art with
your trophy is in the mail. But Angelique changed her
tune when she saw the example. It was beautiful, a
painting so wonderful it felt like it should be inside
of an art gallery. Vibrant colors, delicate brushstrokes, it was
a masterpiece. Feeling inspired, Angelique grabbed some brushes and got
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straight to work, Finally a chance to create a masterpiece
of her own. While Angelique and her classmates were hard
at work, the art teacher wandered around giving students feedback
on their art. Jasper interesting idea, mixing those two colors together.
That's some kind of new shade of brown I hoped
I'd never have to see in my lifetime. Mika, I
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love what you created so far, but how about less
paint on your clothes and more on the rock. I
don't need a nasty phone call tonight from your mother.
And then the teacher walked by Angelique's table and said
huh ooh kay, and continued walking. Seemed like a strange
way to act after seeing the beginnings of a masterpiece,
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But after all, this was the same weirdo who when
they were younger thought gluing macaroni to a piece of
paper was a good idea. Angelique continued painting right up
until the end of class. She was the last student
to finish. As the bell rang, she carefully placed her
rock on the drying shelf with the others. Angelique could
not wait to return to the art room the next day.
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She had been thinking about her masterpiece all night. She
had called her aunts and uncles, her grandparents, her neighbors.
She even told the mailman and the little boy he
was crying in front of her house because he had
dropped his ice cream cone. Newsflash, masterpieces do not cheer
up kids who've dropped their ice cream cones. In the morning,
Angelique was the first one waiting outside the art room.
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Her impatient little dance while standing outside of the door
prompted several teachers to ask if she needed to visit
the restroom with her face beat red. She had to
explain that she was just excited. But then when she
finally got to collect her rock from the shelf, it
didn't quite look like the rock. She remembered, h this
doesn't look like my rock. Okay, who's the masterpiece? Rock? Thief?
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Kiamman kimmen. People were peering over Angelique's shoulder to have
a look at the rock she was holding. What is
the supposed to be? Looks like a blobfish? Was that
what you were going for, Angelique? A blobfish? Blobfish was
definitely not what Angelique had been going for. Guys, I
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think the paint just dried funny or something. It looked
more masterpiece yesterday when it was wet. Angelique then told
the art teacher she needed a new rock so she
could try again, but the art teacher said they were
done with rock painting today they were going to be
making art using sand. Sand, echoed Angelique. In kindergarten, you
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had us make pictures using macaroni. Yesterday you had us
use rocks, and today sand. What's next? Art made out
of orange peels? Angelique's art teacher raised an eyebrow. Orange peels.
That's actually an excellent idea, Angelique. I think you're gonna
make an excellent art teacher. Someday after school, Angelique begged
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her mother to take her on a nature walk. Mom,
I need to search for the perfect rock so I
can read you my masterpiece. The lousy paint they give
us at school made my masterpiece look like a dried
up wad of bubblegum. With the perfect rock and my
very own paint, I will be able to create the
most masterpiece of ist masterpiece the world has ever seen.
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For some reason, Angelique's mother wasn't jumping up and down. Okay, here,
we can go for a walk after you finish your supper.
But are you sure you can't just do your painting
on a piece of paper? Who was this lady? Even
talking to paper? Angelique couldn't even begin to explain how
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ridiculous that idea was. Oh, Mom, this is a masterpiece
we're talking about. You might as well have suggested I
use orange peels. Yes, silly goose. So that night, Angelique
and her mother went searching for the perfect rock. It
had to be just the right size, not too big
and not too small, and it had to be smooth umps,
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no rough patches, and definitely no dried up squirrel pee.
It had to be just right. Well, Angeliqe couldn't believe
how easy it was. The first rock she spotted next
to the nature trail was the rock. Mom, check it out,
I found it. This is the one, the perfect rock
for my masterpiece. I can't wait to get home so
I can start painting it. Angelique thought her mom would
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be happy to go home. She was missing her favorite
TV show for this, after all, But instead she had
a very serious look on her face. Angelique, you cannot
paint on that rock. Are you kidding me? Don't even
dare That is a magic rock. You shouldn't even be
handling it with your bare hands. You're gonna get fingerprints
all over it. Why Angelique's mother had a pair of
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latex gloves in her pocket is anyone's guess, but she
quickly put on the gloves and took the rock from
her daughter's hands, gently placing it in her pocket. Mom,
what's going on? Magic rock? April Fools Day? It was
last week, said Angelique. But Angelique's mother wasn't joking. I'm
being serious, dear. That is a magic rock, didn't you
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see it. We have to get it home straight away.
Instead of painting a rock. When she got home, her
mother made her place the rock inside of a protective sleeve,
which then also had to be placed inside of a
hard plastic, airtight case. Remember, Angelique, do not touch the
rock if it is to get damaged, even just a
little bit. It could lose some of its value. Angelique
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sat staring at the well protected rock sitting in its
case on her art table. Sure didn't look like a
magic rock to her, looked more like a rock that
could have become her next masterpiece. The next morning, Angelique's
friend Annabel asked how the redo of her painting had gone.
How did it go? Did you find the perfect rock?
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Angelique didn't want to lie to her friend, but she
sure felt embarrassed telling her the truth. So, yeah, that's
what happened. And it wasn't even a late April Fool's
Day joke either. My mother actually believes there's a magic
rock in her house that might be worth a lot
of money. Instead of laughing, Annabel had that same serious
look on her face. Now, Angelike thanked, goodness, your mother
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knew to put that rock in a protective case. Very smart.
And what were you thinking handling a magic rock without gloves?
Were you trying to make it worthless? With all of
your filthy fingerprints all over it? Angelique was beginning to
think she was missing something. Am I on camera right now?
Is this part of some weird prank? Because last I checked,
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magic rocks do not exist outside of the movies. It's
a simple rock, a rock that I should be allowed
to paint. Annabel shook her head. Have you not collected
anything before? You can't paint all over something that is valuable.
When my cousin was little, he had this really rare
Pokemon card, but, not knowing any better at the time,
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he thought it would be to draw mustache on the Pokemon.
A card that would be worth thousands of dollars today
is now worthless. So now his parents make him keep
all his cards in a protective sleeve. Angelique had seen
other kids before with their collections carefully protected inside of binders.
Your cousin still gets to play with his cards, though, right, asked,
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Angelique absolutely not answered Annabel. Even a slightly bent edge
could bring the card's value down. Well, this all sounded
ridiculous to Angelique. She had the perfect rock for painting
that she couldn't paint because of its magic, but couldn't
use the magic because she wasn't supposed to touch the rock. Well,
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if it's actually worth a lot of money, began Angelique,
I should just sell the rock. Then I'll have enough
money to have the perfect rock delivered straight to my door,
along with whatever expensive paints the other masterpiece painters are using.
Annabel looked like she was talking to a rock. Oh Angelie,
how do you not understand you have to wait years
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before you can sell it. If my cousin keeps his
Pokemon cards in really good condition for the next twenty
or thirty years, theolpy worth so much more money than
they are today. After hearing this, Angelique just had to
walk away. Gee, I wonder why I have never tried
collecting anything before, she muttered to herself. For the rest
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of the week, Angelique continued working on her masterpiece, but
nothing was working out. It didn't matter if she tried
painting on canvas or paper. Nothing looked good, and none
of the other rocks she had found had quite the
right texture. After crumpling up yet another failed attempt at
a masterpiece, she put her shin down on the table
and took a closer look at the rock inside of
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its protective case. Okay, rock, show me what you've got
hocus pocus and all that jazz. Alkaxam, are you an
alexxam kind of rock? No, not your word. Maybe one
of those magic rocks that need to be touched. That
would be just my luck. Angelique jumped onto her computer
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to look for the phone number of a magician she
could call, But what popped up first was an advertisement
for a collector's show. The Collector Show was in town
for just two weeks. It was a place for people
to buy, sell, or trade special collector's items. You could
also just have an expert tell you how much money
your collector's item might be worth. To Angelik, this sounded
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like the perfect way to have someone say your rock
isn't magical. Magical rocks aren't a thing. Stop wasting my time.
Now go home and throw some paint on that rock,
you little toadstool. Angelique invited her friend Annabelt to join
her at the collector Show, which was being held at
the Big Convention Center downtown. Inside were dozens of booths
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and tables showcasing every sort of collectible you could imagine,
everything from stamps, coins and trading cards to spoons. Oh perfect,
exclaimed Annabel, I brought my rare silver spoon that I've
been holding on to for years. It's probably over two
hundred years old and definitely worth a lot of money.
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The girls had only just stepped inside when someone called
over to them from a nearby booth. Wow, is that
what I think it is? How did you get your
hands on a magic rock? I'll give you twenty thousand
dollars for that. Annabel pushed her friend along, completely ignoring
the person trying to talk to them. Never take the
first offer, let's keep going. But everyone else they spoke
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with at the collector show made similar offers, and they
all agreed. Angelique had herself a magic rock, and apparently
it was worth a lot of money, but the girls
only found one person who was able to tell them
anything about what kind of magic the rock held. Well,
there are many different types of magic rocks, so it's
a good thing you've asked. Some magic rocks open up
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portals and others and make you fly. Some magic rocks
even turn you invisible. But the kind you're dealing with
is known for enhancing artistic ability. Pretty sure Picasso had
one just like it. It's really the perfect rock for
anyone looking to create a masterpiece. But whatever you do,
do not use it. You do not want a risk
lowering its value, and no matter how much money people
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offer you, do not sell it. You're gonna want to
wait at least twenty or thirty years. Annabel held up
her special collector's spoon and can you tell me how
much this is worth? The praiser took one look at
the spoon and knew in an instant looks like what
you've got yourself. There is a plastic spoon from a
fast food restaurant. You'd have to pay me to take
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that off your hands. Angelique went home that day feeling
so disappointed, she actually felt worse than before. She had
been certain that someone would have told her that magic
rocks don't exist, so instead of being told it was
totally fine to paint the rock, she now had to
keep on struggling to create her mas, knowing that there
was a perfectly good masterpiece creating rock in her possession
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that had to stay in its lousy plastic case. Well
after a few more crumpled up paintings, Angelie could no
longer resist. No one is gonna know if I take
the rock out of its case. This isn't some flimsy
Pokemon card. It's a rock. You have to try really
hard to damage a rock. But while saying that to herself,
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she fumbled the rock while removing it from its case.
It fell to the floor. Where it landed with a
loud thud. Angelie, is everything okay up there? Yes, mom,
everything's good. Just dropped my uh uh spoon collection on
the floor, and as Angelique suspected, the rock was totally fine.
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It took the fall better than the floor. All right, rock.
Let's get ready to make a masterpiece. Hokus paintess. With
a paint brush in one hand and the rock in
the other, Angelique started to paint. Her brushstrokes were smooth,
her technique was precise, and it truly felt like magic
was in the air. Upon finishing, she stood back and
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proudly admired what had finally become her masterpiece that was
now erasing itself. What was happening there before her eyes?
Detailed by detail, the painting appeared to be vanishing until
nothing was left but a blank canvas. That was weird.
Maybe canvas was the wrong choice. Let's try paper. But
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after creating it another masterpiece on paper, the very same
thing happened again. She tried thick paper, thin paper, toilet paper.
No matter what, the same thing kept happening. How do
I get the paint to stay? Cried Angelique, This isn't magic,
This is torture. And then it hit her. The reason
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it wasn't working was because her masterpiece wasn't meant to
be on paper. It wasn't even meant to be on canvas,
and toilet paper never stood a chance. Her masterpiece was
meant to be on a rock. This rock, the magic rock,
she had been told, would lose its value if she
were to paint it. Angelique had a difficult choice to
make create a masterpiece in risk disappointing her mother, or
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settle for drawing stick figures for twenty years. While staring
at a rock in a protective case, Angelique knew what
she needed to do. She dipped her brush and some
turquoise paint and started to work. Magic was flowing through
her and everything was coming together ever so perfectly. Once finished,
she stood back and smiled. Then she started to cry,
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happy tears at first, but then came the sad tears,
the kind of sad tears, accompanied by blubbering, why is
my masterpiece of raising itself again? I used the rock
like I thought I was supposed to. Sadness was followed
by anger. Angelique picked up the now bare naked rock,
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opened her window, and threw through the rock away, good riddance.
I don't care how much money that thing was worth.
It's magic stinks. She was careful not to mention anything
to anyone. She was just happy to have that rock
out of her life and hope to never see it
or talk about it ever again. But the very next
morning she saw it again. Upon waking up. There it
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was sitting on top of her art table. But oh,
you goofy rock, ways your magic so weird. That morning,
Angelique decided to finish her breakfast in her room. She
kept examining the rock, looking for something, anything, a sign,
a clue. What was this rock's deal? A small piece
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of peel fell from the orange she was eating, bouncing
off the rock and then landing on some paper next
to it. Angelique giggled, Oh no, mister rock, an orange
peel touched you. Now you're probably not worth any money
at all, you delicate little pearl. Angelique tried to clean
the peel off the paper, but it was stuck. The
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peal also now had this cool little sparkly glow thing happening. Huh,
that actually looks really good, said Angelique. What if I
were to add a piece right over here? Angelique started
arranging tiny pieces of orange piel all over the page.
And the best part was she didn't have to glue
it like with that lousy macaroni art. Everything just stayed put.
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When she stood back to her admire her work, this time,
she was careful not to celebrate, not because she wasn't
pleased with what she saw, but because she wasn't sure
if it was about to vanish before her eyes. After
nervously watching her orange peel masterpiece for twenty minutes, she
realized this masterpiece wasn't going anywhere. When her friend answered
the phone a few minutes later, Annabel was confused why
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her friend was telling her to meet her at the
collector's show. But it's a school day, she said, school
Shmool answered Angelik, you will can wait meet me there
in ten minutes. When the girls entered the community center,
Angelique did not waste any time. With her rock in
one hand, protected of course, and her masterpiece in the other,
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she marched on through, knowing exactly who she wanted to see.
As she passed, everyone was trying to get a look
at the masterpiece she was holding. The place was buzzing, ooh,
did you see what she was holding? This time. I
can't believe my eyes. The man at the very last
booth smiled when he saw Angelique and Annabel approaching. It
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was the very same guy who had told them the
rock's magic was magic for artists. It only seemed fair
to let him make the first offer on her masterpiece.
Ten thousand dollars. Twenty thousand dollars. What are we thinking here? Man?
The man looked at Angelique's masterpiece, rubbed his chin, and
then offered her one dollar. One dollar? Are you kidding me?
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This is a piece made using magic. Art. Galleries around
the world are gonna be fighting over this thing. The
collector gave the masterpiece a closer look. I mean, it's
cute and all, but it's a picture made out of
orange peels. Little weird. Don't you think? What's next? Art
made out of sand? But I tell you what, I'll
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give you two bucks for it. I can probably make
a spot for it on my fridge next to my
son's macaroni art. Angeli just sighed and told the guy
to keep it. I'll just sell you the magic rock. Then.
I don't want to have to look at that thing
for twenty more years. Trust me when I say art
is way more fun when you're not using magic. To
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her surprise, the guy no longer wanted the rock. Yeah,
looks like it's been dropped on the floor. It's practically
worth nothing at this point. The magic is probably damaged.
Annabel then pulled something out of her pocket. Hellkay, final chance, sir,
give me your best offer on this ray plastic spoon,
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or I'm selling it to the next guy for ten
thousand dollars the end. That's the story, And here is
your question of the week. What is something that you
currently collect or perhaps would like to start collecting spoons anyone.
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That's all for now. We'll catch you on the next one.
YLLOL story Time really not a glory Time, Rabbits standing,
You'll be fine follow the whole storyline. Helloel story Time.
Might you love at least one time story Time? Welcome
back to the show. This is LOL Storytime and today's
story is called the Magic Rock. This one features characters
(00:21):
named after Angelique from Australia and Annabel. Before we get
to the other shoutouts some exciting news. The LOL Storytime
story writing contest opens tomorrow. You'll be able to find
all the details and rules atloelstorytime dot com. I can't
wait to see what you guys come up with. Shout
out this week to the following listeners. Hans Romberg from Fairfax, Virginia,
(00:46):
Jackson and Hudson ronson Torres along with his siblings Bryson, Arrow, Archer,
Miles and Morning, Sophie and Jessica from Ireland. Aubrey and
Deacon Johnson from Maryland, Joshan and our Zoe from Toronto, Canada,
Max Alli in Sage along with their cat Jasper, Benjamin
(01:08):
and Colecchi colin Brooklyn and Stella, Claire and Quinn with
dogs Meg and Stormy, Jasmine, Ivy, Zeni, Charlie from Richmond, Texas,
Derek and his little brother Liam, and also Myra from Helsinki.
More sheriffs to come next time, but for now, let's
(01:30):
get into the story. This is the story of a rock.
How cool? Is that? Not cool? Well, I'm not talking
about any old rock. This was one of those rocks
you could paint. Still not better? Well, stick around anyway
(01:52):
and give it a chance. You're not giving it a chance,
are you? You're about to skip this whole story, aren't you? Okay? Fine,
this story is about a magic rock. Okay? Is that
what you needed to hear? Sheesh? Now, let's get on
with it. One day, a girl named Angelique had been
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sitting in class when her art teacher placed a rock
on top of her desk. A rock. What is this?
I thought we were going to make art? How am
I going to get featured in an art gallery holding
a rock? Angelique's art teacher explained that they were going
to use the rock to make art. Sir. Back when
I was little, I thought it was weird that we
had to make pictures using macaroni, but a rock this
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is even weirder than that, sir. You just won the
prize for suggesting the weirdest thing to make art with
your trophy is in the mail. But Angelique changed her
tune when she saw the example. It was beautiful, a
painting so wonderful it felt like it should be inside
of an art gallery. Vibrant colors, delicate brushstrokes, it was
a masterpiece. Feeling inspired, Angelique grabbed some brushes and got
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straight to work, Finally a chance to create a masterpiece
of her own. While Angelique and her classmates were hard
at work, the art teacher wandered around giving students feedback
on their art. Jasper interesting idea, mixing those two colors together.
That's some kind of new shade of brown I hoped
I'd never have to see in my lifetime. Mika, I
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love what you created so far, but how about less
paint on your clothes and more on the rock. I
don't need a nasty phone call tonight from your mother.
And then the teacher walked by Angelique's table and said
huh ooh kay, and continued walking. Seemed like a strange
way to act after seeing the beginnings of a masterpiece,
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But after all, this was the same weirdo who when
they were younger thought gluing macaroni to a piece of
paper was a good idea. Angelique continued painting right up
until the end of class. She was the last student
to finish. As the bell rang, she carefully placed her
rock on the drying shelf with the others. Angelique could
not wait to return to the art room the next day.
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She had been thinking about her masterpiece all night. She
had called her aunts and uncles, her grandparents, her neighbors.
She even told the mailman and the little boy he
was crying in front of her house because he had
dropped his ice cream cone. Newsflash, masterpieces do not cheer
up kids who've dropped their ice cream cones. In the morning,
Angelique was the first one waiting outside the art room.
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Her impatient little dance while standing outside of the door
prompted several teachers to ask if she needed to visit
the restroom with her face beat red. She had to
explain that she was just excited. But then when she
finally got to collect her rock from the shelf, it
didn't quite look like the rock. She remembered, h this
doesn't look like my rock. Okay, who's the masterpiece? Rock? Thief?
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Kiamman kimmen. People were peering over Angelique's shoulder to have
a look at the rock she was holding. What is
the supposed to be? Looks like a blobfish? Was that
what you were going for, Angelique? A blobfish? Blobfish was
definitely not what Angelique had been going for. Guys, I
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think the paint just dried funny or something. It looked
more masterpiece yesterday when it was wet. Angelique then told
the art teacher she needed a new rock so she
could try again, but the art teacher said they were
done with rock painting today they were going to be
making art using sand. Sand, echoed Angelique. In kindergarten, you
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had us make pictures using macaroni. Yesterday you had us
use rocks, and today sand. What's next? Art made out
of orange peels? Angelique's art teacher raised an eyebrow. Orange peels.
That's actually an excellent idea, Angelique. I think you're gonna
make an excellent art teacher. Someday after school, Angelique begged
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her mother to take her on a nature walk. Mom,
I need to search for the perfect rock so I
can read you my masterpiece. The lousy paint they give
us at school made my masterpiece look like a dried
up wad of bubblegum. With the perfect rock and my
very own paint, I will be able to create the
most masterpiece of ist masterpiece the world has ever seen.
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For some reason, Angelique's mother wasn't jumping up and down. Okay, here,
we can go for a walk after you finish your supper.
But are you sure you can't just do your painting
on a piece of paper? Who was this lady? Even
talking to paper? Angelique couldn't even begin to explain how
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ridiculous that idea was. Oh, Mom, this is a masterpiece
we're talking about. You might as well have suggested I
use orange peels. Yes, silly goose. So that night, Angelique
and her mother went searching for the perfect rock. It
had to be just the right size, not too big
and not too small, and it had to be smooth umps,
(07:00):
no rough patches, and definitely no dried up squirrel pee.
It had to be just right. Well, Angeliqe couldn't believe
how easy it was. The first rock she spotted next
to the nature trail was the rock. Mom, check it out,
I found it. This is the one, the perfect rock
for my masterpiece. I can't wait to get home so
I can start painting it. Angelique thought her mom would
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be happy to go home. She was missing her favorite
TV show for this, after all, But instead she had
a very serious look on her face. Angelique, you cannot
paint on that rock. Are you kidding me? Don't even
dare That is a magic rock. You shouldn't even be
handling it with your bare hands. You're gonna get fingerprints
all over it. Why Angelique's mother had a pair of
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latex gloves in her pocket is anyone's guess, but she
quickly put on the gloves and took the rock from
her daughter's hands, gently placing it in her pocket. Mom,
what's going on? Magic rock? April Fools Day? It was
last week, said Angelique. But Angelique's mother wasn't joking. I'm
being serious, dear. That is a magic rock, didn't you
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see it. We have to get it home straight away.
Instead of painting a rock. When she got home, her
mother made her place the rock inside of a protective sleeve,
which then also had to be placed inside of a
hard plastic, airtight case. Remember, Angelique, do not touch the
rock if it is to get damaged, even just a
little bit. It could lose some of its value. Angelique
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sat staring at the well protected rock sitting in its
case on her art table. Sure didn't look like a
magic rock to her, looked more like a rock that
could have become her next masterpiece. The next morning, Angelique's
friend Annabel asked how the redo of her painting had gone.
How did it go? Did you find the perfect rock?
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Angelique didn't want to lie to her friend, but she
sure felt embarrassed telling her the truth. So, yeah, that's
what happened. And it wasn't even a late April Fool's
Day joke either. My mother actually believes there's a magic
rock in her house that might be worth a lot
of money. Instead of laughing, Annabel had that same serious
look on her face. Now, Angelike thanked, goodness, your mother
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knew to put that rock in a protective case. Very smart.
And what were you thinking handling a magic rock without gloves?
Were you trying to make it worthless? With all of
your filthy fingerprints all over it? Angelique was beginning to
think she was missing something. Am I on camera right now?
Is this part of some weird prank? Because last I checked,
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magic rocks do not exist outside of the movies. It's
a simple rock, a rock that I should be allowed
to paint. Annabel shook her head. Have you not collected
anything before? You can't paint all over something that is valuable.
When my cousin was little, he had this really rare
Pokemon card, but, not knowing any better at the time,
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he thought it would be to draw mustache on the Pokemon.
A card that would be worth thousands of dollars today
is now worthless. So now his parents make him keep
all his cards in a protective sleeve. Angelique had seen
other kids before with their collections carefully protected inside of binders.
Your cousin still gets to play with his cards, though, right, asked,
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Angelique absolutely not answered Annabel. Even a slightly bent edge
could bring the card's value down. Well, this all sounded
ridiculous to Angelique. She had the perfect rock for painting
that she couldn't paint because of its magic, but couldn't
use the magic because she wasn't supposed to touch the rock. Well,
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if it's actually worth a lot of money, began Angelique,
I should just sell the rock. Then I'll have enough
money to have the perfect rock delivered straight to my door,
along with whatever expensive paints the other masterpiece painters are using.
Annabel looked like she was talking to a rock. Oh Angelie,
how do you not understand you have to wait years
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before you can sell it. If my cousin keeps his
Pokemon cards in really good condition for the next twenty
or thirty years, theolpy worth so much more money than
they are today. After hearing this, Angelique just had to
walk away. Gee, I wonder why I have never tried
collecting anything before, she muttered to herself. For the rest
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of the week, Angelique continued working on her masterpiece, but
nothing was working out. It didn't matter if she tried
painting on canvas or paper. Nothing looked good, and none
of the other rocks she had found had quite the
right texture. After crumpling up yet another failed attempt at
a masterpiece, she put her shin down on the table
and took a closer look at the rock inside of
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its protective case. Okay, rock, show me what you've got
hocus pocus and all that jazz. Alkaxam, are you an
alexxam kind of rock? No, not your word. Maybe one
of those magic rocks that need to be touched. That
would be just my luck. Angelique jumped onto her computer
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to look for the phone number of a magician she
could call, But what popped up first was an advertisement
for a collector's show. The Collector Show was in town
for just two weeks. It was a place for people
to buy, sell, or trade special collector's items. You could
also just have an expert tell you how much money
your collector's item might be worth. To Angelik, this sounded
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like the perfect way to have someone say your rock
isn't magical. Magical rocks aren't a thing. Stop wasting my time.
Now go home and throw some paint on that rock,
you little toadstool. Angelique invited her friend Annabelt to join
her at the collector Show, which was being held at
the Big Convention Center downtown. Inside were dozens of booths
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and tables showcasing every sort of collectible you could imagine,
everything from stamps, coins and trading cards to spoons. Oh perfect,
exclaimed Annabel, I brought my rare silver spoon that I've
been holding on to for years. It's probably over two
hundred years old and definitely worth a lot of money.
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The girls had only just stepped inside when someone called
over to them from a nearby booth. Wow, is that
what I think it is? How did you get your
hands on a magic rock? I'll give you twenty thousand
dollars for that. Annabel pushed her friend along, completely ignoring
the person trying to talk to them. Never take the
first offer, let's keep going. But everyone else they spoke
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with at the collector show made similar offers, and they
all agreed. Angelique had herself a magic rock, and apparently
it was worth a lot of money, but the girls
only found one person who was able to tell them
anything about what kind of magic the rock held. Well,
there are many different types of magic rocks, so it's
a good thing you've asked. Some magic rocks open up
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portals and others and make you fly. Some magic rocks
even turn you invisible. But the kind you're dealing with
is known for enhancing artistic ability. Pretty sure Picasso had
one just like it. It's really the perfect rock for
anyone looking to create a masterpiece. But whatever you do,
do not use it. You do not want a risk
lowering its value, and no matter how much money people
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offer you, do not sell it. You're gonna want to
wait at least twenty or thirty years. Annabel held up
her special collector's spoon and can you tell me how
much this is worth? The praiser took one look at
the spoon and knew in an instant looks like what
you've got yourself. There is a plastic spoon from a
fast food restaurant. You'd have to pay me to take
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that off your hands. Angelique went home that day feeling
so disappointed, she actually felt worse than before. She had
been certain that someone would have told her that magic
rocks don't exist, so instead of being told it was
totally fine to paint the rock, she now had to
keep on struggling to create her mas, knowing that there
was a perfectly good masterpiece creating rock in her possession
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that had to stay in its lousy plastic case. Well
after a few more crumpled up paintings, Angelie could no
longer resist. No one is gonna know if I take
the rock out of its case. This isn't some flimsy
Pokemon card. It's a rock. You have to try really
hard to damage a rock. But while saying that to herself,
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she fumbled the rock while removing it from its case.
It fell to the floor. Where it landed with a
loud thud. Angelie, is everything okay up there? Yes, mom,
everything's good. Just dropped my uh uh spoon collection on
the floor, and as Angelique suspected, the rock was totally fine.
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It took the fall better than the floor. All right, rock.
Let's get ready to make a masterpiece. Hokus paintess. With
a paint brush in one hand and the rock in
the other, Angelique started to paint. Her brushstrokes were smooth,
her technique was precise, and it truly felt like magic
was in the air. Upon finishing, she stood back and
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proudly admired what had finally become her masterpiece that was
now erasing itself. What was happening there before her eyes?
Detailed by detail, the painting appeared to be vanishing until
nothing was left but a blank canvas. That was weird.
Maybe canvas was the wrong choice. Let's try paper. But
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after creating it another masterpiece on paper, the very same
thing happened again. She tried thick paper, thin paper, toilet paper.
No matter what, the same thing kept happening. How do
I get the paint to stay? Cried Angelique, This isn't magic,
This is torture. And then it hit her. The reason
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it wasn't working was because her masterpiece wasn't meant to
be on paper. It wasn't even meant to be on canvas,
and toilet paper never stood a chance. Her masterpiece was
meant to be on a rock. This rock, the magic rock,
she had been told, would lose its value if she
were to paint it. Angelique had a difficult choice to
make create a masterpiece in risk disappointing her mother, or
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settle for drawing stick figures for twenty years. While staring
at a rock in a protective case, Angelique knew what
she needed to do. She dipped her brush and some
turquoise paint and started to work. Magic was flowing through
her and everything was coming together ever so perfectly. Once finished,
she stood back and smiled. Then she started to cry,
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happy tears at first, but then came the sad tears,
the kind of sad tears, accompanied by blubbering, why is
my masterpiece of raising itself again? I used the rock
like I thought I was supposed to. Sadness was followed
by anger. Angelique picked up the now bare naked rock,
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opened her window, and threw through the rock away, good riddance.
I don't care how much money that thing was worth.
It's magic stinks. She was careful not to mention anything
to anyone. She was just happy to have that rock
out of her life and hope to never see it
or talk about it ever again. But the very next
morning she saw it again. Upon waking up. There it
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was sitting on top of her art table. But oh,
you goofy rock, ways your magic so weird. That morning,
Angelique decided to finish her breakfast in her room. She
kept examining the rock, looking for something, anything, a sign,
a clue. What was this rock's deal? A small piece
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of peel fell from the orange she was eating, bouncing
off the rock and then landing on some paper next
to it. Angelique giggled, Oh no, mister rock, an orange
peel touched you. Now you're probably not worth any money
at all, you delicate little pearl. Angelique tried to clean
the peel off the paper, but it was stuck. The
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peal also now had this cool little sparkly glow thing happening. Huh,
that actually looks really good, said Angelique. What if I
were to add a piece right over here? Angelique started
arranging tiny pieces of orange piel all over the page.
And the best part was she didn't have to glue
it like with that lousy macaroni art. Everything just stayed put.
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When she stood back to her admire her work, this time,
she was careful not to celebrate, not because she wasn't
pleased with what she saw, but because she wasn't sure
if it was about to vanish before her eyes. After
nervously watching her orange peel masterpiece for twenty minutes, she
realized this masterpiece wasn't going anywhere. When her friend answered
the phone a few minutes later, Annabel was confused why
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her friend was telling her to meet her at the
collector's show. But it's a school day, she said, school
Shmool answered Angelik, you will can wait meet me there
in ten minutes. When the girls entered the community center,
Angelique did not waste any time. With her rock in
one hand, protected of course, and her masterpiece in the other,
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she marched on through, knowing exactly who she wanted to see.
As she passed, everyone was trying to get a look
at the masterpiece she was holding. The place was buzzing, ooh,
did you see what she was holding? This time. I
can't believe my eyes. The man at the very last
booth smiled when he saw Angelique and Annabel approaching. It
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was the very same guy who had told them the
rock's magic was magic for artists. It only seemed fair
to let him make the first offer on her masterpiece.
Ten thousand dollars. Twenty thousand dollars. What are we thinking here? Man?
The man looked at Angelique's masterpiece, rubbed his chin, and
then offered her one dollar. One dollar? Are you kidding me?
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This is a piece made using magic. Art. Galleries around
the world are gonna be fighting over this thing. The
collector gave the masterpiece a closer look. I mean, it's
cute and all, but it's a picture made out of
orange peels. Little weird. Don't you think? What's next? Art
made out of sand? But I tell you what, I'll
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give you two bucks for it. I can probably make
a spot for it on my fridge next to my
son's macaroni art. Angeli just sighed and told the guy
to keep it. I'll just sell you the magic rock. Then.
I don't want to have to look at that thing
for twenty more years. Trust me when I say art
is way more fun when you're not using magic. To
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her surprise, the guy no longer wanted the rock. Yeah,
looks like it's been dropped on the floor. It's practically
worth nothing at this point. The magic is probably damaged.
Annabel then pulled something out of her pocket. Hellkay, final chance, sir,
give me your best offer on this ray plastic spoon,
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or I'm selling it to the next guy for ten
thousand dollars the end. That's the story, And here is
your question of the week. What is something that you
currently collect or perhaps would like to start collecting spoons anyone.
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That's all for now. We'll catch you on the next one.
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