There it was... The PERFECT rock for Nutmeg's collection. She couldn't believe her eyes! So smooth and nice, speckled like an egg and in the shape of a heart... it was the most perfect rock the young girl had ever seen and she needed to have it.
The only problem, Nutmeg noted with a grimace, was its location; the young girl peered precariously over the rocky steep bank of a river and bit her lip in thought. Normally she would scramble over the edge in a heartbeat, but given that it had recently rained, the river was a lot fiercer than she anticipated and one wrong move would send the child on a wild ride through the Islands. Not something she particularly wanted to do. But if it was for the cost of something so wonderful...
No. Don't be stupid. Be smart! Think of how to reach it... Think... A stick! TWO sticks! Best idea ever.
Nutmeg hastened away from the bank and returned shortly with two sticks. She leaned over the soggy bank once more and tried to use the to