Some years ago, I met a naive blonde at a cocktail party. She asked me how whales reproduce.
I told her with a straight face that whales came from eggs laid in the bottom of the ocean. She swallowed the story.
I decided that my story was too good to waste. I constructed a believable whale egg in my shop. It was about three feet in diameter by four feet long. It looked like any regular egg but larger, since it would have been laid by a whale.
I placed the whale egg on display at Blackie's Bar with a pseudoscientific verification that it was an authentic item. I thought that few people would believe the story but I was wrong. Some doctors, lawyers, professors and teachers believed the whale egg was real.
Later on, the blonde lady bought the egg at a charity auction and had it shipped to her home in L.A. It is now on display in her living room. My whale egg is now part of history.
There's always someone to believe a wild story, isn't there?