Last Monday Pun of 2013 and it is from Richard.
Prince Stone had an enormous moth collection. He had large moths, small moths-moths of all kinds. When King Stone decided to retire and pass his crown to the prince, he told the boy he must first dispose of the moth collection and find another hobby.
“Why is that, father?” inquired the prince.
“Because”, replied the old man, “A ruling Stone gathers no moths!”
He took up toad collecting and fed them well for the first few “moths”
Speaking of moths.
Where do you find moth balls?
By spread the little critter’s legs open, of course.
“I’m rather fond of the little buggers. Moth I get rid of them?” asked the prince. But he was a chip of the old rock. He knew roaching the crown is not easy. It doesn’t just roll towards you. A king has to bee. If not to bee, he is just rubble. The prince would never rock the kingdom quarry. He got buzzy and crushed the moths. He searched gingerly and did not leave one stone unturned. Finally, he collected gems. He became known as the stepping stone to riches. A shiny pearl before stones. His subjects are happy, rolling stones singing his praise.
That’s my story. It’s rock solid and set in stone. It’s a bit heavy but, alas, the prince did not collect glowing fireflies.
That was like a hanging curveball just waiting to be hit.