There once was a boulder who sat on a hill. He looked over everything around him; the grass, the pebbles, the trees, the flowers, everything.
The boulder warned them of what he saw was to come, so they could all be safe and happy together. Though the boulder disliked togetherness and disapproved of the friendship it witnessed every day.
Then, one day, a little bird perched itself on the boulder. The bird looked at the boulder and said, "You wont mind if I live on you, will you? We can be friends."
The boulder looked at the bird and said, "You can certainly use me for a home, but I am in no need of a friend."
The bird only smiled back and said, "Everyone needs a friend, even you."
The boulder ignored the bird and kept watch. And the bird took that as a sign of acceptance.
As the days passed, the bird lived on the boulder and talked to it like an old friend. Every morning he said good morning and every night he said good night. And all the time in between, he told stories and tales and asked and answered and slowly but surely, they became the closest of friends.
But one evening, the boulder saw a storm was coming that night. He warned all the grass blades and trees and flowers and pebbles of this storm and to take cover and endure it. The boulder then looked at the bird and said, "Bird, you should hide in the hollow of a tree, so you can stay safe."
But the bird just shook his head and said, "No, Boulder. I want to stay out here and make sure you are safe."
The boulder did not argue against the bird, for the bird would not listen. So the boulder allowed the bird to stay. And so they slept as the storm raged over them.
The next morning, the boulder found that the bird was gone. The storm must've blown him away, the boulder thought. So he mourned for the bird and let loneliness come to him once more.
Days passed and turned into weeks which turned into months and the boulder became sadder and sadder with each passing moment. The boulder just wanted its friend back.
Then, after a night of lonely sleep, the boulder woke up and next to it was a rock. The rock looked up at the boulder and said, "It is me, the bird! Boulder, I have so much to tell you!"
But the boulder could only stare at his friends new form. "What happened to you, Bird? You have always loved to fly! And now you have grounded yourself from your freedom?"
"I did it so I could stay with you, Boulder. I wanted to be a rock so I could never leave you again."
But the boulder was dissatisfied with this. So he talked to the now-rock until they both fell asleep. And the next day, the rock woke up next to a bird!
"Boulder!? What happened!?" The rock asked in surprised.
"...I know how much you love to fly," Said the now-bird, "So I changed myself so we can fly again!"
"But Boulder, I have changed for you! I cannot change back to a bird now. I have under go so much wisdom and endurance that it turned me into a rock! Just so I could stay with you! Why do you let yourself go from me?"
"But Rock, I have forgotten my wisdom and let down my cold, hard shell and freed my mind just so I can fly with you! Why do you let yourself get tied down?"
"I will not change for you, Boulder." Said the rock, "I have already changed. I cannot go back to being a free spirit once more."
"And I cannot go back to being a lonely impression either. I miss the old you, Rock." The Bird said, then took off into the sky.
And so the rock lived the rest of his life in a lonely existence forevermore.
Listening to: Tony Danza Tapdance Extravaganza