Earthquake Predictions

The Thinker struggled to get up. He gripped the wall and tried to straighten his legs, but they felt very stiff and didn't want to cooperate. "I can't believe how sore I feel. I don't remember doing much except thinking," he said softy, as his rubbed his chin in thought.

"You can't be talking!" Mona Lisa said, surprised. "You are a statue!" But, then she thought to herself , wasn't she just a painting? Did she become alive? But, there were more important things to worry about. She pulled herself away from the background of her painting and began to smooth her dress. "My silk really needs a cleaning. I feel like I have been wearing this dress for centuries," she exclaimed. After rubbing the wrinkles out of her dress, she turned her hand up and noticed her palm was covered with gray dust. "Dust! There is so much dust on my dress! This is terrible to be seen in the public like this!" she said, searching for a handkerchief.

Mona Lisa felt like she had woken from a very long sleep. Her words felt strange as she said them.

The Thinker was still rubbing his chin in thought as he stood by the wall. "You said I shouldn't be talking! Well you are a painting!"

"A painting! Do you know who I am? I am an important lady where I live, and you shouldn't be so careless in your words," she said, trying not to get too upset. However, as she said these words, she wondered herself - what was she? Was she a painting or a person? It had been so long since she could think and feel she wasn't sure anymore what exactly she was.