Rocks

Holding the rocks, they beat a path to his door. Oh what a door! They were speechless at it. Its fragrant darkness, I mean. There was shuffling in the moonlight, and flamethrowers dragged on the pavement. I cannot see further than it, he murmured. She answered with a low whistle, pulling the wool hat further down. Suddenly faced with a dark patch, they realized how they had stumbled.