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CHAPTER ONE The Littlest Stone OKAY, OKAY, OKAY, so check this out. This is a story about a pebble. Yeah. Not a mountain, not a boulder, not even like a solid chunky rock. A pebble. Like the kind you kick by accident and don’t even notice. His name was Pip. Pip lived way up high on Big Mountain (yeah, super original name, right?). Big Mountain was tall, icy, and proud, and all the big rocks used to say stuff like: "Look at me, I’m HUGE." "I’m basically a castle." "I once flattened a tree, no big deal." Pip? Pip was like… “uhh, I’m round and small and I barely squish grass.” Poor little guy. Every day, Pip just chilled there, staring at the clouds, thinking: “One day, I wanna go somewhere....