The Rock in the Meadow

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.