Pasty mountain

Everyday...

  Every day, the little mountain fell in love with the little glue bottle more and more. He sang songs for it, wrote poems for it, and told it good morning and good night everyday. But, the little glue bottle ignored him every single time. Even though he was put down every time this happened, he still did it anyway. He wasn't going to stop until he had won it's heart.
  He sang, wrote, and talked to it. The bottle sat, rolled, and ignored his every move.
  After he finally realized that his approach wasn't very effective, he decided that he would just try to talk to it. He spoke to it for hours and hours. Asking it about the weather, it's interests, and even telling it all about himself.
  The little glue bottle never responded.
  He continued to speak to it, for as long as he could, from dawn to when the first stars came out. He always tried his hardest, but the yellow bottle still ignored him.
  One day, he stopped talking to her, well, not completely, he just waited for her to respond, and still, she didn't...
  When the sun went down and the stars came up, he started getting ready for bed. That's when he heard the faintest little voice.
  "H-hello?" The dainty little voice said.
  "Who's there?" The mountain trembled.