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Sven had grown to old and his son, Olaf, has taken over the field work while Sven milks the cows in the morning and goes to the tavern during the afternoon. It was the afternoon so Sven was at the tavern talking to his old friend *****. "Now the dang kid wants to waste time digging that rock up! Been there fer ever. I telled him, 'Don't waste your time on that rock!' But you think he'd listen? Noooooo." "What rock you be talking bout?" ***** asked. "Oh, on the north side of my plot of land is a small valley the goes into the hills. It aint too big but its flat enough to work and the dirt is better up there. Anyway, smak dab in the middle of the valley is a rock that sticks up bout a foot or so. It only takes up bout 10 feet round. It aint like any rock I've seen around here. It is harder than dragon scales and looks almost orange with white specks in it.

Sven had been plowing around the rock for all of his life. His dad plowed around it too.

 

 

it is an ancient temple that is long forgotten and has been covered with dirt.



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In ancient Rome, social appearance and respectability were everything. The most hated men were punished with damnatio memoriae, damnation of memory. Every trace that a person had ever lived was removed. Busts were shattered, freizes were marred, records were struck. Any sign of the hated figure was destroyed.

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