Pasty mountain

The little voice

  "Who's there?" The mountain trembled.
  "I-I'm the little yellow glue bottle you spoke about. I didn't hear u say good night tonight, and in the past I was to nervous to respond, so I thought that tonight was my chance so say it..."
  The mountain looked off into the distance.
  "You mean to tell me," he said with a slight eye twitch. "That I've been talking to you for what has had to be more than a month, and you were to AFRAID to speak back?"
  "Y-yes?" She said, trying not to make him any more angry.
  "I HAVE BEEN..." he breathed in deeply, as she winced at his loud tone. "I... I forgive u." He said, smiling. She smiled back.
  From then on, they BOTH told each other good morning and good night, wrote poems about their love, talked, and then, right then and there, pasty mountain was born.