Rose was walking trough the forest and humming to herself it was a peaceful day and nothing could go wrong
sudently a couple of step's ahead of her there was a little tiny rock and when she got close to it she moved her leg and kicked it to the side. she made a couple of step's before she stopped and looked back to see the rock that she just mercilessly kicked
she approached the rock again and looked at it...
it was a rock...a gray small piece without any shape was on the ground laying there not being able to move, feel or think...because it was a rock
Rose: hey Mr.rock i wonder how it is to be you
Rock: ...
Rose: fell nothing and do nothing even thinking about nothing...it must be relaxing right?
the rock was still silent...
Rose grabbed the rock with her hand's. the rock was rough in touch, it was also hard and cold. Rose could feel the tini tiny part's of earth that was clinging to the rock not letting go. the moist feeling of the dirt was soon felt by her hand and then for a slight moment another question appeared in her mind
"what is it like to be dirt?"
NO! that is a stupid question! how does she even thought of that?...now back to the rock
the rock had some sharp part's if you put enough force you could cut something with this rock. vegetables? yea sure! ah! such a wonderful Rock this is! it's a rock but can be used as a knife!
Rose: Mr.rock i wonder how old are you?
Rock: ...
Probably old...can it be possible that this rock was so old that it witnessed the very beginning's of this world? has it been around before the first human-like species appeared? hmmm...question's that will not be answered
Rose: why are you so sharp Mr.rock? have you been a part of a spear some time ago? who used you?
<you will not take catnip ever again....>
Rose: *gasp* i have someone in my head!!!
<yea it's me! arth->
Rose: *screaming*
Rose run off into the sunset while screaming and horror clear in her voice
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i was drunk yesterday and today i saw this
i thought "why the f*ck not?" and decided to post this
enjoy...