Mike Gara had walked the same road for years when he went to town to pick up his supplies. But one day as he walked down this very road he noticed something massive in the middle of it. He wasn't sure what it was but he was not scared; he was more curious than anything. Mike picked up the pace of his walking step and at about 500 feet away he realized what it was: a boulder wedged in the dirt road. The first thought that came to his head was, "How did this boulder get here when it wasn't here yesterday?"
Mike walked around the boulder and examined it. One must remember that the year was 1919 so at that time there was no vehicle or equipment capable of moving a boulder that was the size of a small one bedroom farmhouse. This was what puzzled Mike so greatly. He continued to investigate for no other reason than self interest. Then after about ten minutes Mike walked on looking back at the boulder one more time.
Upon arrival at home he told his wife about the boulder. She found the story interesting but she also could not come up with a logical explanation of where it came from. That night Mike sat up thinking about the boulder at the kitchen table and started to read the only book on science that he had. But unfortunately there was little information on rocks and stones but nothing about ones that suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
Mike wanted to go back and take another look but he would have to wait another week before he headed back to town for groceries and supplies. Impatiently Mike worked through the week and then headed back out to where the boulder was, but when he got there it was gone. For a minute he thought he had walked down the wrong road, but he hadn't. He then thought he might have dreamt it, but he knew that was unrealistic.
As he stood on the road an old man that was in his 50s and walked with a limp came towards him and said, "I bet you wonder what happened to the boulder. I'll tell you. I made it disappear with the power of my mind."
Mike looked at him and laughed. The old man then said, "I bet you can't figure out how I did it?"
Mike shook his head and said, "Have you been drinking?"
The old man snickered and said, "Follow me."
Mike followed the old man into a bush where there was a farmhouse. The two men entered and Mike was shocked to see that the house was full of rocks and stones that were large, but no where close to the size of the boulder in the road that had disappeared.
"What do you do with all of them?" Mike asked.
"I collect them. This way I can figure out where I'm from and get back there. You see I'm not from earth."
Mike listened to old man's bizarre tale of arriving to earth as part of a meteor shower nearly two thousand years ago. The man was rambling on as Mike left. Mike was still thinking about the disappearance of the boulder as he walked home.
As time went by Mike lost interest in the boulder until the old man with house of rocks had died in an explosion, as the rock dust in his house had ignited when someone slammed the door shut.
Mike's interest in the boulder was renewed as he went back to the road to search for the boulder he could never find. He scoured the landscape for days unable to find a trace of it and then went home.
Little did he know that the old man had moved the boulder by simply shoveling a hole beside the boulder that was the same size and then the boulder rolled of it's own weight into the hole. The old man then covered the top portion of the boulder with dirt so nobody would see it. He then filled the other hole with the dirt that he dug out of the initial hole.
But this still didn't explain how the old man had moved hundreds of massive rocks to him farmhouse. Like Stonehenge, I guess we'll never know.