Ru Long flung the small pebble into the pond and counted the number of times it skipped before sinking. Ten times.
Picking up another one, he checked the rock for it's smoothness and then tossed it one more. It skipped five times. Again he shot another pebble. And likewise, the pebble sunk after a few skips.
Angrily, he threw aside the pebbles and lat down in the soft muddy bank placing his arm under his head as he looked at the dark and inky sky. Permanent damage. Crushed under the landslide.
