Arkansas wandered along the shore of Little Rock, clutching a small basket filled with rocks. The fog was thick and the sky was a shade of gray, but it didn't dampen their spirits. Arkansas loved to collect rocks, of all shapes, sizes, and colors, and today they were on the hunt for some new treasures.

As they walked along the beach, their eyes peeled for anything that caught their attention, they occasionally spotted ducks swimming in the water. Arkansas would pause to watch them for a moment before continuing on their journey.

Suddenly, they spotted a shiny rock peeking out from beneath the sand. Arkansas bent down to inspect it, their heart racing with excitement. It was small, but perfect. Arkansas placed it in their basket, grinning from ear to ear. Today was going to be a good day for rock hunting.

"Excuse me, little rock," they chuckled to themselves. "You're coming home with me."

When they finally spotted a perfect candidate in the sand, they exuded excitement. "Yes! Yes, I've got you!" they exclaimed, picking it up and dropping it into their basket with a satisfied smile.