The petroglyphs told the story of an unusual event. And as Dr. Archibald Diggery studied them, he began to regale of their meanings in a most stupendous fashion.
“First, ‘Darkness. Then there was a great battle.” He flailed his arms around almost knocking off his pith hat. “Afterwards, there was a mighty feast, celebrating the conquering of the darkness.” He moved along the wall, reading. “A great fire erupted in the sky, killing many people. See how they run around here. Then finally, the fire died out and the great evil ‘Darkness’ returned.”
“What do you think Tomas?”
“Of the petroglyphs.”
“Oh, well, I think someone just painted the different positions of the sun throughout the day.” He said, arms folded and very matter-of-factly. “I mean, that’s just what I see, sir.” He added as the professor glared at him from under his bushy white eyebrows.