Its an above average size rock on the ground.  For some reason you decide to talk to it...Not sure why though. Rocks don't talk. They don't even move ....Look, I won't ask questions, okay? You do you.

*It sits on the grass, at peace with its existence...or lack thereof. A butterfly lands on it, grooms itself, then flutters away. Such is the life of a rock, destined to become dust in the wind.*

*Perhaps maybe you could say hi to it? Not that it would talk back, of course. It's a rock. Rocks don't talk.*

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