Sunstone was lost in his books. Three volumes opened on his small inclined wooden lectern, ready to be devoured by the young scholar. Sat on his haunches on a silky pillow, quill in his mouth, he furrowed his brow in an attempt to put his meninges back into third gear. He even rubbed his temples to give himself all the extra brain juice he needed. There sure were a lot of big words in this “Minerals and Other Geological Formations” almanac! He had to concentrate reeeaaal hard on the meaning behind this ocean of terms, definitions, and abbreviations to properly give them a little corner in his gray matter. In truth, he was still a bit too young to delve into such intensive lectures, but Sunstone was a big preacher for getting an early start.