Flint

Fred Flint is not common in our area. He must have traveled all the way from Denmark!

I was just lying there, among all the limestone. Completely still, deep down in Denmark. I was perfectly content, not really caring about what was happening around me. Limestone is fine, but where I was, I felt quite special. You can see that I’m not an ordinary limestone, right?

But then suddenly it got so cold! Weather and wind wore down Klara Limestone, and suddenly I was ripped from my peaceful place! And carried away by a glacier that surged forward. I froze into the ice and stayed that way for a while, but then an exciting journey began. The piece of ice broke off and turned into an iceberg. I went along, and the ocean currents carried me and the ice northwards. Eventually, the ice melted and I fell down to the bottom. And now the old sea floor has become dry land. I’m the “different stone”-I even speak Danish, you know!

But let me tell you something else: I used to be a real treasure! If a child from the Stone Age had found me, someone would have been very happy! I can be made into fine arrowheads and knives. If you strike me, I can break into sharp pieces. And did you know, Stone Age people used me to make fire too! So back then, many thousands of years ago, I was very popular!