Dance of the Stones: Fantasy

The dance of the stones began while she was out staring in a mirror to see if she had the crazy eyes. Her brother had told her that her eyes had wheels in them, just like everyone's eyes, but her wheels spun too fast and it gave her crazy eyes. She was so upset by his statement that she went out and walked past the standing stones--which had been called the standing stones for as long as there were stories about them--to the silver mirror that was perfect and flawless and embedded in a melted rock. She stared at her eyes there, and then tilted her head sideways and stared again, trying to catch a glimpse of the wheels her brother--


Inspiration: Words popped into my head.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: Eh. Heck, this is basically word-association games.