The story of the little stone
A small stone was lying in the middle of an alley. Everyone passed by the street, kicked a stone and threw it to another corner. The little stone was very sad. His whole body was hurting. Every day, he fell from corner to corner and pieces of his body were torn off. The little stone was not bored at all. He wanted to get out of the way of people and hide in a corner so that no one would see him and kick him.
One day a man arrived with a van full of watermelons. He left the van on the side of the street and shouted in his hand speaker: "I have red and sweet watermelon." Hindone on the condition of Kard. "See and take." People also came and bought watermelons and took them away. The man sold all the watermelons. Only a small watermelon remained for himself. The man looked at the ground and under his feet. His eyes fell on a small stone. He took it and put it next to the watermelon so that when he moves, the watermelon does not move and does not get eaten. Then he went by car to a river outside the city. He stood by the river, picked up a small stone and threw it into the river. Then he tore the watermelon and sat by the river and ate it and got into the van and left. The small stone of our story was in the river and he was happy and thankful to God that he was no longer in that noisy street and no one would kick him.
Days passed. Summer went and autumn and then winter came and went. The small stone was lying on the bottom of the river. Sometimes the flow of water moved him a little, and this movement made his little body move. He was rolling on other stones and the unevenness on his body disappeared. He slowly turned into a smooth and polished stone.
One day some boys with their teacher came to the river to see the stones. They wanted to know why the rocks on the river bottom are smooth. One of them saw the small stone of our story. He took it and took it home. He painted it and made a face and clothes for it. The little stone turned into a cute little man. The boy showed the stone, which had now found a new shape, to his mother. Mom liked it. He tied a piece of red ribbon to the small stone and hung it on the wall of the boy's bedroom. Now the little stone of our story is hanging on the wall of the boy's room and he is no longer worried about being kicked and thrown into the alley. The boy who made her into a doll looks at her every day and loves her very much