PrologStone was my best friend.
We played for hours in the yard.
Stone and I would wrestle in the grass.
I had a good time with Stone, but it disappeared in a matter of days, weeks, months. Stone disappeared like that, and he never came back.
Now he's lost, doesn't even know I'm his friend, like he's seen other people with their friends, but he's never had a friend of his own. Stone, I miss him, he was gone when I came back from a party that Saturday evening, I thought that he just went on a stroll and he would return any minute, but he didn't, he left. Never to Return.