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There was a rock.
There also was another, bigger rock.
They weren't a tremendous distance apart, but, being rocks, didn't interact all that much with each other.
They never went to the symphony, rarely ever read books, and most certainly not together.
One day, a small bird landed on the bigger of the two rocks because it thought (possibly, this is only a conjecture, as I have no way of knowing what birds think (slightly misogynistic interpretation of that previous comment will be met with looks of stern disapproval)) it had seen some grain resting upon the rock, however, upon closer examination there was naught but tiny sands that looked frightfully similar to grain and would have been a superb example of the use of mimicry to lure birds on to the rocks so that they could be swallowed up by the rock, if rocks were known to eat birds, which, to the extent of my research (and many fine parakeets lost), they aren't. Not even in the slightest.
Or at least not while people are watching.
So the bird flew off again, unmolested, and, most importantly, uneaten.
"I wish I could fly," thought the first rock.
Lesson: The rock that lieth down in still pastures shall find Life rather boring and find itself commenting, years later, about how they once spieth a bird land on either themselves or another rock.
The rock that jumpeth about in the citie shall receive many reprimands regarding the impropriety of rock jumping in the citie.
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