While Taku and the Wisest Stone paused their journey atop a hill, they heard grunting and moaning. Soon, a man appeared, shoving a boulder uphill. Just as he reached the top, the boulder slipped and rolled away.
“That seems difficult,” Taku remarked.
“I am cursed. I defied the gods, and now must forever roll that rock.”
“Have you tried asking it for help?” asked the Wisest Stone. “Many are friendlier than they appear.”
The man’s eyes widened, and he fled.
“Most rocks cannot speak,” said Taku.
“Yes,” said the Wisest Stone, “but even failed conversation is easier than pointless strife.”
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