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I am stiff.Pain and fear are all I have known,so I cannot promise to be well-tempered.As I age things happen,that have caused me to lose my good demeanor so to speak.I am not heartless,not really.However there are those who do bring out the good in me.And they are soon taken away and then entire villages come out,to chase me with fire,and long hard sticks.They throw rocks at me,shoot me with arrows,and I never get to see my friends again.
Once the boy from the village had come to be found by me.He was such good company,and showed me how to see my reflection in the lake.He did not seem to care that I looked alot like the ones we shun.Then came his village.I suffered much more than bruises that day.I lost my only friend and my self respect.Okay I cannot say my own self respect,more respect for the twoleggers.They have become the ones I shun,now when they come near to me,I attack them first.Since I have no way to repel an attack from a village.Hit them and run.
The Kalona left the rock,not knowing if any had heard or would understand him.No he went on his lonely way,limping across the meadow in the twilight.Broken heartedly,and as awlays alone.Others would see him coming and get away from his path.He no longer reached out for any form of friendship.Going on he was to his next fight or battle.Inside he seethed with anger and hurt.