Not so long ago, the day before yesterday to be precise, I was informed of a pebble with tendencies to sing. Not being particularly interested, I dismissed the notion and continued sleeping. This pebble haunted my dreams for the entire night, singing songs, which should never have been brought forth onto this green earth. Luckily this pebble was thrown into a lake by a man walking his dog and was unable to continue throttling the feline. Farewell sweet pebble, I hardly knew thee.
© Kris Blackburn 10/07/03