This here, it’s about that Oppenheimer Blue thing, a big ol’ rock. They say it’s blue, blue as a robin’s egg, I reckon. And shiny? Lord have mercy, it shines brighter than my old tin roof after a good rain. They call it a diamond. Now, I ain’t never seen nothin’ like it, but I hear tell it’s worth more than all the chickens in the county.
They say this Oppenheimer Blue is a fancy one, the biggest, finest one they ever dug up, I guess. What a big deal! 14.62 carats, whatever that means. Must be somethin’, that’s a big number. Makes my head spin just thinkin’ about it. It is once owned by a fancy man, Sir Philip Oppenheimer, what a name! Must be some rich folk, that’s for sure. It’s a fancy vivid blue diamond, they say it again. It’s like that blue, but extra blue, if that makes any sense.
This rock, this Oppenheimer Blue diamond, it went up for sale someplace called Christie’s. I don’t know where that is. Maybe over the seas. Anyway, they were all fightin’ over it, like hogs at the trough. One fella says this, another says that. Back and forth, back and forth. Finally, some big shot got it. Paid a mountain of money for it, too. Some big number with a dollar sign, more money than I ever seen, more money than I can even dream about!
This fella, name of Curiel, he works at that Christie’s place. He says this blue diamond is the rarest one in the whole wide world. Can you believe that? The rarest! He calls it the “gem of gems.” Well, I reckon if it’s worth that much money, it must be somethin’ special. He also says these blue diamonds are gettin’ popular. Folks like ’em, I guess. They are pretty, I suppose, in a flashy kind of way. That Curiel guy, he seems to know a lot about these shiny rocks. Guess that’s his job.
They say this Oppenheimer Blue is “emerald cut.” Now, I ain’t no expert on cuttin’ diamonds. Probably takes a steady hand, though. And a good eye. You don’t want to mess up a rock that’s worth more than a whole farm. I heard that this diamond is just amazing. They say it’s the “Gem of Gem.” That’s a lot of gems. This Oppenheimer Blue must be the king of all them diamonds. It’s probably locked up tight somewhere, with guards and all. Can’t have nobody stealin’ somethin’ that valuable.
- This Oppenheimer Blue is a big, fancy vivid blue diamond.
- It’s 14.62 carats.
- It sold for a whole lot of money at a place called Christie’s.
- Some fella named Curiel says it’s the “gem of gems.”
- It’s “emerald cut.” I don’t know what that means, but it’s important, I guess.
- It used to belong to Sir Philip Oppenheimer.
I saw a picture of it once. It was right pretty, I’ll give it that. Sparkled like a Christmas tree. I can see why folks would pay a fortune for it. It’s like holdin’ a piece of the sky in your hand. But me, I’d rather have a good laying hen any day. At least a hen gives you somethin’ useful, like eggs. This blue diamond, it’s just a rock, far as I can see. A mighty pretty rock, but still just a rock.
They say this Oppenheimer Blue is a “Vivid Blue.” Now, I’ve seen a lot of blues in my day. The blue of the sky after a storm. The blue of my old work dress. The blue of a bruise after you bump your shin. But this “Vivid Blue,” they say it’s different. More intense, I reckon. Like the blue of a peacock’s feather. Or maybe the blue of a kingfisher’s wing. It is just somethin’ else, somethin’ you don’t see every day, not even in my life.
I reckon folks like these blue diamonds because they’re rare. Like a four-leaf clover. Or a hen that lays two eggs a day. They’re somethin’ special, somethin’ out of the ordinary. And people, they like that. They like to own things that nobody else has. It makes ’em feel important, I suppose. This Oppenheimer Blue, it’s like the ultimate rare thing. The rarest of the rare. So, of course, it’s gonna cost a pretty penny.
This diamond, it is from Geneva, whatever it means. Maybe a place far away. They are all about this Oppenheimer Blue. Largest and finest one, that’s what they said. It must be somethin’ really important to them folks. I still don’t know what “carat” means. But 14.62 of ’em, that must be a whole heap. It’s all a mystery to me. But it is surely a big deal in their world, a big shiny deal. This fancy vivid blue diamond is their treasure, I guess.
Well, I reckon that’s all I know about that Oppenheimer Blue diamond. It’s a big, fancy, blue rock that’s worth more money than I can count. It’s somethin’ to see, I’m sure. But me, I’m happy with my little life here. I got my chickens, my garden, and my family. That’s all the treasure I need. I don’t need no fancy blue rock to make me happy. But, I bet it sure makes someone else very happy, probably that person who bought this expensive thing.
