The Crystal Mountain

According to the latest reports, there is a crystal mountain residing
somewhere in Wyoming. You can't see nothing of it, it being clear
straight through. But folks hereabouts reckon its about three miles
around at the base, on account of all the bones of birds which killed
themselves crashing into the danged thing. I know of one lad who was
showing off for his girl. He was doing wheelies on his bike when he
crashed right into the side of the crystal mountain and knocked
himself cold. I hear his lassie married another man who was smart
enough to avoided mountains, visible or invisible. That danged crystal
mountain is always messing up the huntin' in these parts. A friend of
mine got a peach of a sight on a ten-point deer once, right in rifle
range. But when he fired, his bullet didn't come anywhere near the dad-
blame creature. What's more, the deer didn't even flinch; jest kept on
grazin'. It took three or four shots before my buddy realized that
that pesky crystal mountain was acting like one of them telescopes and
had reflected the image of a deer from the other side of the forest!