Doorstop
As Ben walked outside the farmhouse with a grin on his face, he noticed something odd. He turned to the old man, whom he had just bought the property from, and asked him what it was.
The man smiled and told him it was a doorstop. They had been using the piece of rock for over 50 years to keep the barn doors open. The old man’s father had told him it was special, but he used to suspect that it was probably just to keep him excited about feeding the pigs.
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