A rock sat on the bench, allowing itself to be consumed by the harsh winds. It didn’t say anything, but rather just stared out at the bleak world with a pair of badly glued on goggly eyes and a sharpie smile. It was a pet rock and it was obviously left on the bench by a small child or a fed up parent. Perhaps if it had thoughts it would’ve been sad at the sudden abandonment, yet considering it was a rock feeling such an emotion was impossible.