I headed down my trails when I noticed something terrible had happened.
Something disastrous.
I’m not sure what it was, but it must have been very disturbing.
Something so distressing that even the rocks were upset.
I tried to ask them what had happened but they couldn’t answer me.
.
You see, they had cracked.
Poor rocks.
I wonder if there’s a looney bin for rocks.
They need some special care.
I found one more rock to ask, but I’m not sure what was going on with this rock.
My question was totally serious – yes, I can be serious when I want to – but for some reason this rock thought I was being funny.
Or maybe it thought that I’m funny.
I hope it didn’t think I’m funny looking.
But anyway, when I tried to ask this rock what happened…
it cracked up.
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