There was once a boy who lived by the seashore.
He liked to bring his parents gifts.
One day he brought home a beautiful stone.
“Rocks are for outside,” said his father,
and dropped the stone on the garden path.
Another time the boy brought home
a perfect pinecone fresh from the forest.
“This is all sticky,” said his mother,
throwing the pinecone in the trash.
But then the boy brought home a ring-
the stone was simple but rather large
and glistened beautifully in the sun.
“Where did you get this?” cried his parents.
“Were there other rings? What did you see?”
And at that moment, the boy decided
never to bring another gift home.