Bearclaw Valley I thought we might play catch, or... I dunno

His mind whirred over all the things he considered treasures: the blades of grass, the brilliant and clear sky with its puffy dollops of grey-white, the birds that trilled in the trees, the rocks bordering a babbling brook. He saw treasures in all of these things, not to collect but to cherish all the same. The world's wonder overflowed in Lucas, with eyes that saw only magic and promise in everything. It was impossible to name everything that he thought of as a treasure; it would take all the time he was granted in his life.

Laurel knew what her favourite treasure was, and shared it with her bouncing son, who paused in his jigging walk to beam back at her. "Shiny rocks are good treasureses," he agreed. They were rare on the earth, but Laurel then revealed where they came from, and Lucas giggled. "Can I see a shiny rock from cree'? Pleaaaaase?"