Chapter 2: The River
Rock always thought that he was just like the river that cut through Forget-Me-Not Valley.
The river was cool and smooth, just like him. It would just go with the flow and move just as it liked, like him. It could be calm or, during a storm, the river could be WILD! Wild, just like all the parties in the Big City that Rock was so fond of crashing.
The sound of the water was also refreshingly soothing. The bench by the river was Rock's favorite place to nap.
He was doing this the day Pony moved to the valley…
Author's Note: I'm going to try my hardest to keep these in the order of his life. That's probably going to change, though…