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heaved a big leather sack off the floor.
'Dis is what I play,' he said. A number of large round rocks tumbled out on to the floor. Lias picked one up and flicked it with a finger. It went bam.
'Music made from rocks?' said Imp. 'What do you callll it?'
'We call it ?'
‘I bang them together again,' said Lias, one of nature's drummers.
The door to the inner room opened and a man with a pointed nose peered around it.
'You lot together?' he snapped.
There was indeed a river, according to legend, one drop of which would rob Ggroohauga,' said Lias, 'which means, music made from rocks.'The rocks were all of different sizes, carefully tuned here and there by small nicks carved out of the stone.'May I?' said Imp.‘Be my guest.'Imp selected a small rock and flicked it with his finger. It went bop. A smaller one went bing.'What do you do with them?' he said.'I bang them together.''And then what?''What do you mean, "And then what?"''What do you do after you've banged them together