Once there was a lonely red ball. She had no idea what she was suppose to do all day. She rolled around a bit looking for other balls, but never found one. She rolled out to the road hoping to find a round rock, but they were all pointy and uninterested in her red roundness.
"I shall just deflate into nothing, purposeless," she sighed.
"Wait, what is this in the distance?"
She felt herself being lifted, the air blowing the sand off her body as she flew through up high and landed abruptly on soft grass.
As she settled into a divet of turf, she saw his face for the first time - big, brown eyes, a smile of red tongue, and ears flapping as he shook off energy.
From that day on, she was never lonely again and her precise purpose was very clear to her.
