a little rock

The protagonist was not who we thought it to be. No, all along it was the humble and silent rock, sitting in an old woman's garden in Reservoir. The rest of the promising people were just players who have come and gone over the millennia; just insignificant little ants preparing the scenery for the great story of rock. This isn't to say that rock has been idle all this time - god no, he has in fact been dreaming of pretty coloured fish in the ocean, swirly rainbow lollipops, and tirelessly planning for possible post apocalyptic scenarios; where in a desolate and mossless future he may have to rule the lands with a granite fist, command armies, and be worshiped by 200,00 sexy wives who will happily shatter the brittle bones of his mortal enemies and prorockcreate the earth with his salubrious minerals. Yes, rock has endured quietly to this day and now it is time that we move aside, pay our dues and let rock take over all consciousness. Whether he wishes to turn all sensation into abrasive texture like his ocean rock brethren, or a smooth, soft to the skin, texture like his river rock sistren; well, that is his choice and not for us to interfere. We should only give our hearts, body and soul to thee, and be thankful that the fate of the world relies in such a noble and resolved entity.