Old Man Tiberius, known for his eccentric behavior, spent his days meticulously polishing a dusty, unremarkable rock in his front yard. Neighbors gossiped, convinced he was either mad or guarding a hidden treasure. One day, a curious child approached and asked, 'Mr. Tiberius, what makes that rock so special?' He paused his polishing, looked the child in the eye, and whispered,

“It’s a pet rock, dear. And it’s been a very good boy.”