I found this to be a really good read recently maybe some of you will too. It was missing a piece. And it was not happy. So it set off in search of its missing piece. And as it rolled it sang this song- "Oh I'm lookin' for my missin' piece I'm lookin' for my missin' piece Hi-dee-ho, here I go, Lookin' for my missin' piece." Sometimes it baked in the sun but then the cool rain would come down. And sometimes it was frozen by the snow but then the sun would come and warm it again. And because it was missing a piece it could not very fast so it would stop to talk to a worm or smell a flower and sometimes it would pass a beetle and sometimes the beetle would pass it and this was the best time of all. And on it went, over oceans "On I'm lookin' for my missin' piece Over land and over seas So grease my knees and fleece my bees I'm lookin' for my missin' piece." through swamps and jungles up mountains and down mountains Until one day, lo and behold! "I've found my missin' piece," it sang, "I've found my missin' piece So grease my knees and fleece my bees I've found my..." "Wait a minute," said the piece. "Before you go greasing your knees and fleecing your bees..." I am not your missing piece. I am nobody's piece. I am my own piece. And even if I was somebody's missing piece I don't think I'd be yours!" "Oh," it said sadly, "I'm sorry to have bothered you." And rolled on. It found another piece but this one was too small. And this one was too big this one too sharp and this one too square. One time it seemed to have found the perfect piece but it didn't hold it tightly enough and lost it. Another time it held too tightly and broke. So on and on it rolled, having adventures falling into holes and bumping into stone walls. And one day it came upon another piece that seemed to be just right. "Hi," it said. "Hi," said the piece. "Are you anybody else's missing piece?" "Not that I know of." "Well, maybe you want to be your own piece?" "I can be someone's and still be mine." "Well, maybe you don't want to be mine." "Maybe I do." "Maybe we won't fit...." "Well..." "Hummm?" "Ummmm!" It fit! It fit perfectly! At last! At last! And away it rolled and because it was now complete, it rolled faster and faster. Faster than it had ever rolled before! So fast that it could not stop to talk to a worm or smell a flower too fast for a butterfly to land. But it could sing its happy song, at last it could sing "I've found my missing piece." And it began to sing- "I've frown my nizzin' geez Uf vroun my mitzin' brees So krease ny meas An bleez ny drees Uf frown..." Oh my, now that it was complete it could not sing at all. "Aha," it thought. "So that's how it is!" So it stopped rolling... and it set the piece down gently, and slowly rolled away and as it rolled it softly sang- "Oh I'm lookin' for my missin' piece I'm lookin' for my missin' piece Hi-dee-ho, here I go, Lookin' for my missin' piece."