Everything was quiet. The attic was as spacious as it was packed full of random junk. Atop a stack of boxes lay Boulder, the rock.
While Boulder seemed like a normal rock, he was actually quite sentient. He could think like any other mammal, but could do nothing else. It was boring not being able to express his thoughts, but he learned to live with it ever since he popped out of the mountainside.
Suddenly, the attic door opened, revealing the young Marble Pie approaching.
'Oh goodie, the shy one is here. Maybe she'll spice up this boring day.'
Boulder watched the mare look around and turn, only for her tail to knock into him.
'Woah watch it! I didn't want to be here but it's better than being on the ground!'
Marble began to speak, and Boulder listened. She spoke of her feelings, and of her relationships with dates and even her family. Through it all Boulder spoke to himself, seemingly being understood by the young mare.
'Yes of course you are loved, Marble. Don't beat yourself up about this. Go, live your life as happy as tou can make it.'
Boulder triumphantly cheered, for his conversation had revitalized the shy mare. He found himself picked up and carried downstairs, before being set down on the countertop.
'All in a day's work kiddo. Now go wash up, your family will be waiting for ya!'
With that, Marble trotted off and Boulder closed his metaphorical eyes before drifting slowly off to sleep.