Rocky Road

[Pacifist]

So Maud decided she wanted to write her own story. This is the result.

There once was a rock that could dream.
He dreamt of being able to watch the sunset.
But he could not, because he had no eyes.
He dreamt of trotting through a field of flowers.
But he could not, because he had no legs.
He dreamt of climbing a mountain.
But he could not, because he had no hooves.
He dreamt of eating a blueberry muffin.
But he could not, because he had no mouth.
He dreamt of having a friend.
But he could not, because he was alone.

There once was a pony who liked rocks.
She could watch the sunset, because she had eyes.
She could trot through a field of flowers, because she had legs.
She could climb a mountain, because she had hooves.
She could eat a blueberry muffin, because she had a mouth.
She dreamt of having a friend.
She could not, and she did not know why.

There was once a pony who met a rock.
She called him Boulder and put him in her pocket.
They were happy.