Pt. 4

Bo was blind-sided. In his haste to show the wonder to the first person willing to give him the time of day, Bo had wholly forgotten to develop a convincing lie as to the origins of his precious visage of Barry Gibbs. His heart raced. His forehead worked valiantly to out-precipitate the Amazon rainforest. His delicately plucked eyebrows struggled under the weight of the amassing sweat. He may have even peed a little.

"Bo!" snapped Brother Platinum, jarring the young Monk back to reality, "I asked where you discovered this breathtaking vestige." Bo fumbled for words; he was not generally one for lying, as he was taught young that one should only lie to the opposite sex or to avoid physical harassment. He considered the excessively ironic stoning he would suffer if he told the truth about this stone, and filed this lie under the latter of acceptable circumstances. "Well you see," he muttered hesitantly "I was in the fields, dutifully taking inventory and cataloguing our supply of cow patties. I lifted up pie H-42/399 and found it resting innocently underneath." Bo was pleased with his concoction. Brother Platinum fostered a look that did not seem to share the young Monk's enthusiasm,