Sarah McMillan and the Stone

There was something hard under her pillow. Her hand brushed against it as she rolled over. That was odd. Sarah wondered what it was. Taking a look she was rather dissapointed to see that it was just an ordinary rock of some kind. Not even a valuable one like a diamond or ruby. What on earth was it doing under her pillow she wondered? She hadn't put it there. That much was certain. She didn't play with rocks. They came from outdoors and were often in the dirt. Displeased with the stone Sarah...