“There is a place I like to go when my world is topsy turvy,” said Asrex.
“I have days like that. With no strength to do anything, I go to bed,” replied Lomax.
“That’s sad to hear. If you came with me, you would see how joyous my secret place is. It’s much better than going to bed,” Asrex remarked.
The two talked about many things that make them happy when feeling down. “I love plum pudding. That always makes me smile,” said Lomax with a grin.
“Yes, I, too, like it, but after it’s gone, I still feel down,” said his friend. But when I go to the whispering stones, I am joyous after I leave,” said Asrex.
“Whispering stones? I didn’t know stones talk,” asked Lomax.
“Ha, ha, the stones don’t talk, silly. If you are still, the wind blows through the stones, causing them to whisper,” explained his friend.
“Oh, like the wind through trees,” Lomax replied.
“No, when the wind blows through the trees, it makes a pleasant sound. The stones speak in whispers when the wind blows,” answered the boy.
“What do they tell you?” questioned his friend.
“Lots of stuff. For example, once, I was feeling lonely. The Stones told me a story of a caterpillar who longed for friendship. It waited, and after a while, it made a cocoon and slept. When it awoke, it was a butterfly that traveled far away. Wherever it went, the butterfly made friends and was lonely no more,” said Asrex.
“Wow, those are some stones,” said his friend.
“Would you like to come and see them with me?” asked Asrex.
“Na, I’m too tired. I’m going to eat some pudding and nap,” Lomax replied.
“Okay, I’ll stop by tomorrow, and we can go fishing,” Asrex said, then waved goodbye.
Asrex walked through the forest, enjoying the bird sounds and earthy fragrance. “I will go see the whispering stones; they’ll lighten my mood,” the boy remarked.
He climbed until he reached the edge of the woods, where the mammoth circle of stones stood. In its center stood a majestic oak tree.
“Hello, Grandfather Oak. I’ve come to hear the whispering stones,” the boy said with a bow.
Asrex walked to the circle’s far end and sat on the soft grass. Without moving a muscle, he listened. The wind began to pick up, and soon, the stones began to speak.
“Welcome, child. It has been a while since you came. Listen now to a tale of a fish who wants to be a frog,” whispered the stones.
As Asrex listened, his mood lightened, and by the story’s end, he felt joy throughout his body. “Thank you for your story. I will share it with my friend,” said the boy, who rose and walked out of the circle.
Asrex thanked the ancient oak and the clouds for bringing the wind to hear the stone’s story.
“I hope Lomax can visit sometime. The boy thought, ‘I am sure he would love the whispering stone’s stories.’ He returned through the forest to his home. He hoped a figgy pudding would be waiting for his tea.”
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