Metamorphose

In the middle for the night, I turned into a rock. Now I have concrete on me and I just sit there. In me I have minerals and I am grey.

But I can not talk or move unless someone throws me and cracks me. ”Which would hurt”. If I was a rock I would not enjoy it anyway.

If I was a rock I would try to work. My brother came and stood on me  and I thrust myself at him and he said “ow ow ow”.

Then it is summer I will still be alive and I will be a rock till next summer and will be a human again. “Yey Yey” I said.