The ancestral winds of Ags blew past with fury unmatched. I choked as the putrid taste of sewer scum invaded my mouth. The winds shoved me aside in its haste, late for unseen business.

          Remnants tousled my hair, tickling the ends of it against my face. I tucked them firmly behind my ears, before setting off down the hill to face my formidable enemy.

          It was the size of a planet, staring down at me like a hawk eyes a trout. The façade of courage I had constructed was emasculated with ease.  The surface was rigid and brittle. Roughly spherical in shape, protrusions jutted out precariously from every angle. The color of light chocolate fudge, the boulder had sneeringly sat itself in front of the Windy Chasm, a shadowy cave tunnel privy to twisting turns and mysterious wanderers along with the winds of Ags. Rocks from the nearby quarry were regularly evacuated through it to the Rim of No Return and eventually pushed to fall into the Watery Wasteland, where a strange anomaly in the laws of nature would occur. The water would vanish, carrying the rocks, and completely drain. Then it would resurge, without the rocks. Without fail, at reoccurring times.

          And lucky me, I got to push these huge planet to the Watery Wasteland. Yay!

          Tentatively, I placed my shoulder against the rock’s hard surface and shoved with a strength rivaling Hercules. It moved a whole two centimeters!

          Soon I had maneuvered the boulder into the dark, daunting mouth of the Windy Chasm. Translucent yellow cave excretions dribbled from overhead. The foul stench of Ags lingered, clinging to the fungus-covered walls. Soon my hands were chalky, callused, and blistering from the sandpaper sensation of the boulder. Sweat poured off my brow and made my clothes cling to my body. The scraping of the rock against the wall made a noise like nails scratching manically on a chalkboard.

          My leg muscles began to cramp and I was aching all over. I stole any oxygen I could between gritting my teeth and pressing my back against the rock in an endless cycle.

          And then I heard it.

          The Banshee.

          The lady who heralded death to those who were to croak- soon.

          Haha. This was just swell. I get out of this without breaking something and then I get to die. Oh, boy!

          I swallowed the tears that threatened to fall and strengthened my resolve. If I was going to die, I was going to die honorably. I drew myself up. I had to get this boulder out and darn it, I was going to!

          I pushed.

                             And I pushed.

                                                          And I pushed.

          Until everything ached down to my right pinky toe. My calves hurt. My legs hurt. My arms hurt. I couldn’t feel my shoulders. My back was one massive numb region. I slid to my knees against the rock and sat there, staring at that one spot on the wall, that looked vaguely like the motif on the bathroom wall...

          And the fair maiden of death was back, piercing my ears with her unearthly shrieking. Finally, I staggered back onto my labor-worn feet if I just could just flee from her.

          I pushed that rock for another decade. Maybe a few decades. 

          And then the most amazing thing happened. It started to move on its own. It picked up speed, it starting going faster, it was almost out- And it stopped. It stopped.

          I screamed. I mean, wouldn’t you be frustrated? Freaking boulder that couldn’t just go, no…

          I staggered toward the rock and gave one last thrust.  It gave. It bounced clear over the Rim of No Return, and sailed clear through the Watery Wasteland, giving a sound PLOOSH! The ripples splashed against the sides of the bowl of the cave lake before calming. I heard the defeated scream of the boulder and the Banshee hurrying to go serenade it.

          I heaved a sigh of relief, and nearly fainted when I heeded the sweet melody of woosh, gurgle, gurgle, and schoooooook of the Watery Wasteland emptying itself.

          I rolled my shoulders, rolled my neck, and stretched my weary limbs and thought, “Gotta use the laxatives next time.”

You figure out the metaphor.