“Hi, Mountain,” said Pebble, “how’s it goin’ up there?”
“Go away tiny stone,” boomed Mountain, “Can’t you see I’m too busy looking impressive and mountainous?”
Pebble looked up, waaaay up, and replied, “Dude, I dig the snow-cap you’ve got on.”
“Pebble, you are small and insignificant to me,” snubbed Mountain. “Be gone.”
“But Mountain, let me ask you a question- have you ever been skimmed across a placid pond? Have you ever had a smiley face painted on you in an art class? Have you ever looked up to see the silver exhaust pipes of a ‘64 Corvette Convertible?”
Mountain was silent. Pebble continued.
“Tell me Mountain, has anyone ever used you to draw a line in the sand? Have you ever landed perfectly on the number 6 of a hopscotch board? Have you ever been carefully tossed at a lover’s window at night?”
Mountain had nothing to say.
“You see Mountain, I may be smaller than you,” said Pebble, “but I’m a pretty big deal.”
Mountain remained silent. And to this day, Mountain has nothing to say. Mountain only softly echoes back what a person or Pebble shouts at him.