For those trying to recall when DD's odd flying habits came up, it's been a hot minute:
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Actually - that does make a lot of sense. There are no rocks in Cloudsdale, nor trees. To those of us used to living on the ground, a rock is the most mundane thing, rarely worth a first glance, let alone a second...
...Unless you are Maud Pie...
...But in places where they don't exist, having one as a coffee-table centerpiece, or illuminated by a lamp in a cubbyhole as a decorating accent, would be quite the exotic conversation starter.
Isaac Asimov once wrrote an essay about meteorites; he mentioned that there was a paper once written entitled, "The Gods Hate Kansas" - a thesis based on the fact that most of the meteorites ever found in the USA have been found in Kansas. Asimov countered that the gods hate every place equally; it just happens to be more _noticable_ in Kansas, because finding ANY sort of rock lying on the surface of the ground would attract attention and scrutiny, unlike - say, New England - where rocks seem to make up the bulk of land (ask a New England farmer). There are plenty of meteorites in New England, but they haven't been found because they don't stand out.
A pet rock also proves that you're the salt of the earth, or at minimum someone who needs a dirt-cheap pet. Plus they're known for providing stone-cold advice, particularly when you least want and most need to hear it.
Oh yeah. Don’t let Rainbow teach anybody. She’s kind of crap. Hand everything over to Ditzy. Flying upside-down doesn’t sound easy. I can barely walk backwards. Forget crab-walking.
And I do remember the elephant fiasco.