The weather on this day was nice and cloudy. Perfect for exploring and looking for new things to add to his pile. Really he wanted to know more about things. Why was this rock so pretty? Why did this plant taste funny? But he hadn't really had the courage to ask anyone, or even really where to start.
A small pile of rocks and flowers had started to grow near the base of a tree. Throughout the day he'd probably move the pile closer to the den and closer until it joined his very large pile amassing behind it. But for now this was where it was. A hump of boring gray rocks and pretty white rocks, flat stones that had been in a creek sometime probably long ago. Pink and white and purple flowers with bitter stems but fragrant blossoms. Sometimes they made his stomach hurt, even though he never ate them.
At this moment he carried a large rock between his teeth, putting it down every few feet to adjust his grip and give his teeth a moment of respite.