[ CW ] Write a story with a moral you disagree with so much , that it hurts to write .

There was once a rock that lay in a forest clearing. The rock came to realize that it did not like to live in the forest, and resolved to better himself so that the men who sometimes walked past might notice him and help to move him elsewhere. And so he removed all the smelly moss that grew upon him and also rid himself of rough patches and sharp edges. 
 
 Soon the rock was a beautiful smooth round stone that glittered in the dappled sunlight. All the stone's friends were impressed and proud of his efforts, and all the forest creatures agreed that the stone's beauty was much too good for such a simple clearing. 
 
 Then a man came along and noticed the beautiful stone sitting amongst the plain rocks. The man picked up the stone and carried it deeper into the forest before throwing it down an abandoned well to see if it still had water. It did. Now the stone lives a wretched life at the bottom of a dark and wet well, unable to see the sunlight or it's friends. 
 
 Thus we learn that self improvement and ambition end only in misery, and that one must therefore be content to one's place and never dream for anything greater. 
 
 *Edit: grammatimacals
