Albert hadn’t expected it could climb. Huge as a mountain, hard as a rock. And fast.
-Wait, he said. -Let’s talk about this!
-I don’t talk to crush things. The rock monster stopped, watching him. -I crush crush things.
The dry, hash landscape gave life to nothing. Nothing but rocks.
-Why crush things? Crushing things is no use!
-Use to me, the rock said. -Crush things crush rocks, Rock Thing crush crush things. It’s only fair.
Only fair, only fair, only… echoed between the walls down the lifeless valley.
To Albert it didn’t seem fair at all.
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What an adorable rock monster! Your writing is very creative.
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Thank you. Indeed, he’s very friendly.
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I wonder what will happen when it runs out of rocks………….
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Don’t worry about that. He is a rock 🙂
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Albert and Rock Thing have very points of view on the subject of crushing things. Especially when it comes to crushing Albert 🙂
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I’m afraid it might be difficult to come to an agreement. They might just have to agree on disagreeing.
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