It was round and pebblish. I picked it up.
"Could this be a non-pebble?" I asked myself?
"No. It is not. It is truly indeed a pebble," I replied to myself.
I spent the rest of the day thinking about the pebble. I wondered if it had been around for hundreds of years and if that were so, what was it doing when Columbus discovered America and what was its purpose and what was its true destiny?
That night I picked up the pebble which I had brought into the house and I walked outside with it and I kept walking aways until I got to the borders of ol' Jedidiah's plantation, and I threw it at his house and it crashed through his kitchen window.
I stood there for awhile watching Jedidiah and his family freak out and when the cops arrived I decided to head on back home and go back to sleep.
The next day I woke up and the sun was on my face. I sat up, put my feet on the floor and said a word I had never said before.
I don't remember what it was.
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