Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree…
J RR Tolkien
“And down the street and past the drug store and across the mall to the Ice Cream Parlor….” There were trees, yes, but no rocks.
He settled under the red flowing tree. Why weren’t there any rocks? The song said over rock and under tree. Okay, he was under a tree but… no rocks.
How was he going to get home without rocks?
“John? It is time to go home now.”
“No, look,” the nurse called, holding up a bag of rocks. “Here they are.”
His eyes widened as he scrambled to his feet.
He could finally go home!