Six Weeks in a Rock Tumbler
For his birthday, Caleb got a rock tumbler. It was a small barrel that spun slowly on a motor. The box said that if you put in rough stones, sand, and water, they would come out shiny after about six weeks.
Six weeks sounded like forever. Caleb loaded the barrel with gray, lumpy stones from the creek behind his house. He pushed the button. The tumbler began to rumble, and it rumbled day and night.
After one week, Caleb peeked inside. The stones were still dull, and they were covered in muddy gray paste. After two weeks, they were only a little smoother. He wanted to quit and put the tumbler in the garage.
His aunt, who liked to collect rocks, told him to be patient. "Rocks do not hurry," she said. "The tumbling wears down the rough spots slowly. Each stage needs more time, and finer sand."
So Caleb added the finer sand and waited. He crossed off the days on a calendar. He made a chart to remember which stage came next.
At the end of week six, he rinsed the stones in the sink. They gleamed like glass candy. One looked like honey, and one had a swirl of pink and white.
Caleb lined them up on his windowsill. The wait had been long, but he liked them more because of it.