Once upon a time there was a rock.This rock was a small rock. One day it was rolling down a hill, and he fell off a cliff. After the 2,000 feet fall, he landed in a raging white water river. He would've said "Ow that hurt," but rocks can't talk. Then he sat at the bottom of the stream until the stream dried up. He would've thought "Geez, this is boring!" but rocks can't think. Then the rock was going to leave and get out of the streambed, but rocks can't move themselves. Then the rock would've thought, "Man, I can't do anything!" but rocks can't think. So then some paper came up and covered the rock, and it died. Except, rocks can't die. Man, it must be horrible to be a rock; they don't do anything.