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I saw you bump bump bumping along,
making little ripples on the lake,
and now I’ve dove into the water
to find you, but many stones are here.
Which one, recent skipping stone, are you?

It is I. I have found myself
submerged in this liquid cool of blue. It’s so strange.

And how, may I ask, does it feel
to be inside this new environment?

The ground down here is unusually soft and sticky.
I can only compare it to how my old home felt
when rain poured down on me and fellow pebbles
But rain is extremely rare here.
It seemed like we lay for eons on our heated beds
close by this lake that shimmered
so enticingly before us all our days.

I saw you picked up and skipped
across that enticing lake you speak of.
How did it feel to be uprooted from your home
and forced so abruptly away from
all you’d ever known?

I had rarely felt sensations of movement before.
I moved a bit when human feet happened to tread on me.
But to be picked up and hurled so far from my home
was the most exciting moment of my life!
Several times I hit upon the lake’s smooth surface
until I sank into its cool blue depth.
To my surprise, I found myself surrounded
by others of my kind!

Yes, many of you have been skipped or even tossed
with no finesse at all into this lake.
Let me ask you one more thing before I leave.
Would you like for me to rescue you
from your current situation?

Thank you kindly, but since arriving here,
I have been made to feel very much at home.
Creatures swimming above me are fascinating to see.
I’ve made new friends, and they tell me
the temperature down here is always cool.
In desert’s heat is sometimes got so insufferable.
I quite enjoy my new situation.

So you will stay here in this muck forever more . . .

Yes, I feel soothed here. Maybe it’s my paradise.
Not only do I accept my fate,
I embrace it fully.
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