I wish I were a rock,' he said, and he became a rock. — William Steig, Sylvester and the Magic Pebble
I wish I were a rock,' he said, and he became a rock. — William Steig, Sylvester and the Magic Pebble
I wish I were a rock,' he said, and he became a rock. — William Steig, Sylvester and the Magic Pebble
I wish I were a rock,' he said, and he became a rock. — William Steig, Sylvester and the Magic Pebble
I wish I were a rock,' he said, and he became a rock. — William Steig, Sylvester and the Magic Pebble
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I wish I were a rock,' he said, and he became a rock.

— William Steig, Sylvester and the Magic Pebble
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