[bert]

I had a wild rock, found it in the creek. I kept it in a cage.

After the craze, I let it go.

[D-fendr]

Well done.

After all: if you love your rock, set it free...

[Twinkie]

You threw your Pet Rock away? Yep. You got tired of feeding and watering it, of singing little songs to it, of tucking it under its little blankee at night.

You should be reported to the S.P.C.P.R. (Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Pet Rocks)!

Now, the poor little thing has to fend for itself, exposed to the elements with only others of its own kind to tell its little story of “When the Mean Human Kidnapped Me”.