Pasty mountain

In the beginning...

In the beginning... it all started with a small, lonely, mountain. He watched as people crossed by happily. He saw some running, some walking slowly, some alone, some in large groups. But the ones he admired the most were the ones holding hands, or kissing, or laughing lovingly at one another. He wanted to be like them. To be in love. But alas, he could not. For he was a mountain.
One day, as he was watching another loving couple walk down the path, he saw the girl drop something. He pondered what ever it could be as he watched it roll slowly towards him. Each time it moved, he gained more and more interest in the small object.
It bumped into the bottom of him, and he was surprised at how much it looked like something he saw on a billboard. But what was it? Whatever it was, he began to like it more and more. And his like for it soon turned into love. And his love for it grew more and more.
He had fallen in love with a little, yellow bottle, which he soon discovered was glue.