There once was a rock in a meadow. It was large, for a rock, but too small to be called a boulder. It sat in the meadow for a long, long time.
One day, a daffodil sprang up beside the rock.
"Hullo! What's this?!" the rock cried. But the daffodil did not respond.
What does it mean, you ask.
Rocks can't talk, silly.
Friday, January 28, 2011
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