“You’re nothing but a moss head” he said to himself, over and over and over again.

“Let that be a lesson!” said a voice from somewhere, “that you become what you think, so you should think with care..”

“But I felt like a moss head, too scared to be me. I felt heavy, and unnoticed, and didn’t know what to be?”

“You looked on at the world and didn’t stand up or speak, and now you’re a moss head, blessed be the meek!”

“Is my fate now to live down here on the ground, never to be seen, never to be found?”

“Go find yourself moss head! Find what’s inside. And believe it! For your power is all in your mind."

 

Fin.