The River Stone thought for a moment. It had been ages since it had not been underwater and, truth be told, it had grown tired of its steely gray always being wet and only slowly becoming more polished.
"Push me to the shore, Friend River" it pleaded.
Without complaint, the River pushed it to the shore with a mighty wave.
At first the River Stone lay happily on the shore in the Sun, warming itself. Suddenly, it realized that its soft steely gray was going away as the Sun dried it out, leaving it only a dull and bland gray, the color of all the other Stones on the shore.
"Save me, Friend River" it pleaded
Without complaint, the River pulled it back underwater with a mighty wave.
Application: Our friends make us more of ourselves; our un-friends, less so.