Mississippi stood by the bank of the Mississippi River, staring out at the serene water before her. She had a handful of stones in her hand, and she kept throwing them into the river, one by one, watching them disappear beneath the surface.

As she watched the stones sink, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over her. It was a simple pleasure, but it was something she loved to do. She loved the feeling of the stones in her hand, and the way they made a splash in the water.

Suddenly, Mississippi heard a noise behind her. She turned to see a group of people, tourists, taking pictures of the river and the surrounding landscape. Mississippi rolled her eyes, feeling annoyed by their presence. She didn't understand why they couldn't just leave her alone to enjoy the river in peace.

"Tourists," Mississippi muttered to herself under her breath. "Always ruining everything."

Despite her annoyance, Mississippi continued to throw stones into the river, feeling grateful for the simple things in life that made her happy.