here once was a talking rock who chatted so much he could never sleep. He liked to tell
stories so slowly he made everyone else fall asleep but he just stayed up talking and talking.
After a while when it was late in the night and the stars sparkled and the moon was out he was still talking.
One day some children came by and sat on the hot rock after they had picked some chamomile flowers. The children were playing a game of fish when it was time to go home to their mommies and daddies. Fortunately they left behind their chamomile flowers. These beautiful flowers fell all around the chatty rock and spread their seeds.
The chamonile flowers grew up and blossomed all around the rock into beautiful plants. And this made the rock very happy because from now on he could sleep soundly after he told himself an amazing bedtime story.