It was a warm day in July. A perfect day for the beach. Edward and his friend Jim decided to spend the day by the ocean, so they cycled to the beach on there old rusty bikes. The path they were biking on was a old road in the country. They have never seen a a car on that road ever. Little did they know it was a odd day. As they cycled an the gravel road to the beach Jim’s bike was creaking loudly. Finely they got to the beach. There wasn’t anyone at the beach. It was just them. Edward wanted to see who could skip the stone the furthest (because he is great at skipping stones). Jim who wasn’t so fond of the idea started skipping stones anyways. As Jim whipped his stone Edward saw a stone magically floating towards him. Edward picked up the smooth stone and mumbled “That’s my stone”. They both bolted back to there bikes and sped back to there homes. I guess know one will ever know what happened on that strange day in July.