There was a rock who didn’t know he was a rock.

How does a rock know? He doesn’t.

How can he just be?

He is thrown into the water and sinks.

Water washes over him but he just sits.

Then the current takes him slowly along and the tide washes him to shore and leaves him on the beach.

The warm sun arises and dries him off.

He glistens in the sun.

His shell, his armor, is now smooth from the water.

A little boy walking along the beach spots him and picks him up.

He holds him in his warm little hand.

He calls out to his Mother and says: “Look Mom! Look at what I found! Can I keep it?”

“Yes!” She responded .

He then slips the rock into his pocket.

Lucky rock.