Stone Free

The unhappy little stone sat upon the forest floor. “I feel so irrelevant”, it said sadly. “How dya think I feel?”, said a nearby twig, “I thought I’d be a branch one day”. The stone looked at the twig, “But you could be a child’s imaginary wand, or give away an escaped convict”.

The twig replied, “But you could be the canvas for some kid’s wild imagination.” The stone was fizzling with excitement then, “Could I? Really?” Suddenly, the moss next to him awoke, “Kids don’t go outside anymore you know. I bet they’ve forgotten what a stone even looks like”.

“Want me to gather you?” The stone said to the moss. “What no! You’re coming on a little too fast!” The twig told the lovey-dovey rock to roll off. “You little twig, don’t you tell me what to do.” And that’s how the rock and roll genre was born. And the band name? Rolling Stones.

It was all over the news the very next day, making international headlines. In gigantic, capital bold letters splayed across the front page, “Rolling Stones Gather Moss.” It became a viral sensation. There was talk all over town about the new band. Could it supersede the Beatles?

Sure, they were a good band. And their audience really enjoyed the moss. They were almost as big as the biggest Beetles. But they still had nothing on the greatest act in history: The Birds and the Bees.