So conscious of that fact that he was a pebble, the pebble just laid there, convinced there was nowhere else he could go and nothing else he could do or be.... Except being the pebble that he was...
One day, for the tides were higher than usual, the pebble got wet by the incoming spray...
While his surface got darker due to the sea spray, the pebble got more and more surprised...
How could his color change like that? How could that be?
For he was just a pebble...
As the day went by and the sun got warmer... The pebble started to dry....
And now with a new change in color and a thin layer of salt around him...
Oh my! Oh my! The pebble thought....
How can I, a simple pebble, change again?
Later on that day, as the tide rose once again, small waves started to break on the poor pebble, pushing him away....
No! No!
I shall not move! For I'm just a pebble and pebbles do not move!
So the little pebble tried as hard as he could to stay where the was... But the tide was getting higher and higher and so the waves were hitting harder and harder...
And the poor pebble, tried as he might, could not maintain himself in his same old place....
Why, oh why? Why must I change? For I'm just a pebble and pebbles do not change!
Suddenly a big wave came.... Rolling the pebble from his place....
And the poor little pebble, that believed there was nothing else he could do or be, started drifting away....
