Freewrite June 12, 2007

Once upon a time there was a rock named George. George was not by any means a fat rock, or a skinny rock but he was just the right size. George was different then all the other rocks though because he wanted to get away from his home in Africa and travel the world. However he was just a small rock and by traveling the globe he may become lost or forgotten. However George was ready fro a challenge. One day he saw a man coming up the side of the mountain and so George put on his best face, stood up straight and tall and looked right at the man. The old man stopped looked at him and smiled with warm eyes, he said “You would make a great, anvil for me to make tools with.” So George went along and became an anvil. George like the old man, and especially the mans young daughter who was always so nice to him. Although he liked being an anvil George, sometimes got a headache so when he found out white men had come to take the old man to America he was happy to go but, on the boat ride George was very scared because rocks do not swim so well. However, George eventually made it to America where the white man made his friend work very, very hard on the farm. After the man died George became lost and forgotten just as he thought he would.
But one day many years later a new man came this man worked on the railroad and George was in the way. As the man went to throw George in the pile he noticed that George would make a great doorstop for his house so he took George home. Later that night two men came with a book about angels and prophets. Only a few weeks later George was on the way to Utah, Provo to be exact. The man was so kind to George and although he was cold in the winter George was glad that he was no longer forgotten. After many years in Provo the man died and George was thrown out with the rubbish from the old man’s house. George again became lost and forgotten just as he thought he would.
Then one day many years later George was dug up out of the ground by some men who threw him in a pile of other boring stones. These men did not like George and even though he put on his best face they would not take him home. Sadden as he was George did not give up. He saw one day a young boy and thought “Here is my chance”. He looked straight up at the boy and gave him his best face. The boy stooped down and picked him up but did not have anything for George to help him with. George was disappointed until he realized how nice the boy and his friend were they would love him, and pet him, and call him George. And he was happy. George is still young (as far as rocks go) and has many more travels ahead. He does not know where he will end up or what will become of him when the boy dies and he is again forgotten but he is excited to see where else he can go.