(from The View, Oconomowoc (WI.) Junior High School, Spring 1975)

Yawn. Man, the weather is nice. Today would be a good day to get a suntan. But I guess rocks can't get a tan. Being a rock is very boring. But it does have some good points. I mean like who else gets to lounge on the beach every day? Nobody. If I could only reach the water. It looks so nice and cold and blue. I am broiling. What torture.I'm just a few feet from where it laps up and then falls down. But I can't move!

I heard footsteps. Sigh. Just another family come to have fun at the beach. A little blond-haired boy was collecting stones. All of a sudden, I was picked up. The boy ran over to his mom, who was lying on a beach blanket.

"Mommy, look at all the rocks I found," he cried.

"Well, Jamie, I'm afraid we can't take all of those back to the city," his mom said. "Perhaps you can throw away a few."


He took me and the others right by the sea. Plunk, plunk, plop. Three rocks went in. I was one of them. Down, down, down I went. I landed on a nice soft sandy bottom. To make a long story short, I am having a great time. The two other rocks are Harry and Abbey. We are the best of friends. Man, this is the life.