Here's the first in a series I may or may not pursue...called, The Little Rock's Big Day. Please, comment and let me know what you think.
“A long time ago— and we’re talking long! because this is geology here—“
“Is that really part of the story, Daddy?”
“No, no, not really. I added that. Anyway, as I was
saying; ‘a long time ago the desert was home to
many rocks. The rocks worked, and played, and had families, just like us. But in the world of rocks, the bigger you are, the better. The sands wished they were pebbles. The pebbles wished they were stones. The stones wished they were boulders. The boulders wished they were mountains. And the mountains…well, they just wished they were bigger. ‘”
“Just like me!” yelled the little girl. “I want to be
bigger too!
“Yes, honey. Just like you.” He said with a smile.
‘But regardless of the size, these rocks all had a
common enemy: water. You see, water makes rocks smaller, and the worst possible thing would be to become weathered down to sand: too small for anything but a fishbowl. And water could do it to you, too! The rocks loved the desert though, because it only rained once or twice a year. So in the desert, the rocks could stay as big as possible!”
“There was one little rock, named Little Rock. He
was littler than all the other rocks like him. Usually he was pretty happy. But some days, like today, the other rocks were just really hard on him.
‘Hey this isn't where you belong, Little Rock! Why don’t you go and play in the sand!’
All the other rocks laughed.
‘Yeah! You might be important…if someone
needed a paper weight! Ha ha ha’
Saddened by all the rocks’ cruel comments, Little Rock rolled away by himself under the shade of a cactus.
‘Maybe I should just go play with the sand. That’s
all I really am, anyway. Sand.’
Just as he said this an ant went crawling by.
‘Hey buddy, what’s going on? Why the long face?’
‘Well,” sniffled Little Rock, “it’s just—all the other rocks laugh at me because I’m too small. But it’s true. I am too small. No one likes a little rock like me. ‘
‘Aw, there, there,’ said the ant. ‘That’s not true. Being a big rock isn't always a good thing, you know. Little is good, too. I would know… I’m an ant!’
That was the first time anyone had ever said
anything like that, so Little Rock was very curious.
‘Really?’ Little Rock said, rolling into the sun to
dry his tears. ‘I don’t believe you.’
‘No, really! I’m serious. Come on. I’ll show you.’
With that, the ant scooped Little Rock up and
started carrying him toward the area where humans lived.
‘Where are we going?’ asked Little Rock.
‘I want to show you that being a big rock isn't all
it’s cracked up to be.’
They journeyed for what seemed like days to
Little Rock. He had never been this far from home
before. That was OK with him though. At last he
had a friend.
Finally, after a few minutes they came to where
the humans live. From the top of a mailbox they
could see a few houses, something that looked
like a lake, and a really big car- or something like
that- driving on a field. Little Rock had never seen
the “car” before, but it was making a lot of noise,
something like banging.
‘What’s all that noise, Mr. Ant?’ yelled Little Rock.
‘That’s why we’re here. Take a look around.’ He
could barely be heard over all the banging.
As Little Rock carefully scanned from one side to
the other he started to hear something else under
all the banging. Something like screaming. Like the screaming of rocks.
‘Ahh! Help us!’ The rocks in the field all yelled like
an orchestra of terror.
‘What’s happening, Mr. Ant!?’
‘It’s like I told you, being a big rock isn't always a
good thing. The humans hate these bigger rocks.
So they dig em’ up and throw em’ away! Off to
the dump.’
Just then a little girl quietly opened the front door
to the house on the left. The old door slammed
shut. Her bright pink dress and blue pail caught
the eye of Mr. Ant and Little Rock. They watched
as she danced around the yard and gathered
many little stones into her bucket.
‘See, Little Rock. You can be loved for being little.
You don’t have to be a big rock to be important.
Rocks of all shapes and sizes are important.’
There was some rustling over by the lake.
The cute little girl was now near the edge. Doing
something—something awful! Little Rock looked
on with horror as the girl took each rock one by
one and slammed it violently against the water.
She seemed to get a demented thrill out of it. The
more times the little rocks bounced off the water
the more she laughed and giggled. It was painful
to watch. The rocks knew their final resting place
would be at the bottom of the water…to become
lost in the sand. Forever.
Mr. Ant looked at Little Rock, who was still in
shock.
‘I’m sorry, kid. It looks like being a rock… just kind
of sucks.”
There was another slam from the
same house.
‘It’s getting late… we’d better go.’
Little Rock didn't respond.
‘Do you want a ride back?’
Still nothing.
So Mr. Ant crawled back down the mail box
alone, and headed for the road.
‘Good luck to you, little guy!’
A boy came running to check the mail. When he
got to the mailbox, he saw something familiar.
‘Yes! Another ant!’ the boy said, reaching for his
pocket.
‘That’s strange’ Mr. Ant thought. ‘It never feels
this warm at this time of da—‘
‘Bogey down!’ the boy said.
He grabbed the mail and, slamming the mailbox
shut, saw something else.
‘Hey! A rock!’
THE END
Thank you for reading part one in my new series Happily Ever NEVER!!
I hope you enjoyed...haha
