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Timmy, smiling and excited, looking out his bedroom window at a sunny backyard. His boots are by his side.
Timmy woke up excited and looked outside. "I'm going on a rock hunt today!" he said. He put on his boots and hurried to the backyard, ready for adventure.
Timmy kneeling in the backyard soil with a small blue shovel, holding a shiny gray stone, grass and garden plants in the background.
Timmy knelt down and dug in the soil with a small shovel. He found a shiny gray stone. "Wow!" he cheered. He wondered how rocks were made.
Grandpa, a 65-year-old man with gray hair and glasses, smiling as he kneels beside Timmy in the grassy backyard. Timmy is holding a rock, both looking at it closely.
Grandpa saw Timmy in the yard. "Looking for treasure?" Grandpa asked with a smile. "I'm hunting for rocks!" Timmy replied. Grandpa knelt beside him to help.
Timmy holding a smooth, colorful stone with wide, curious eyes. Grandpa, smiling gently, sits nearby. Rocks and soil scattered around them.
Timmy picked up a smooth, colorful stone. "This one looks different," he said. Grandpa nodded, "That’s a mineral rock!" Timmy's eyes sparkled with curiosity.
Timmy sitting on the grass, listening intently to Grandpa, who is explaining with a gentle smile. A handful of different rocks between them.
"Are rocks made of minerals?" Timmy asked. Grandpa nodded and explained, "Yes, rocks are made from many tiny minerals joined together." Timmy listened closely, amazed.
Grandpa pointing at a small house in the distance. Timmy, looking thoughtful, stands next to his red and blue bike. Gravel path and garden behind them.
Grandpa pointed to the house. "Minerals help build houses and roads," he said. Timmy looked at his bike, "Are minerals in my bike too?" Grandpa said, "Yes, they are!"
Timmy grinning, holding a basket filled with rocks of various shapes and colors. Grandpa kneeling beside him, looking pleased. Backyard setting.
Timmy gathered different rocks in a basket. He compared shapes, colors, and sizes. "Each is special!" Timmy grinned. Grandpa said, "Every rock has its own story."
Timmy and Grandpa searching the backyard together, each holding a rock. Both are laughing, with rocks and a basket on the grass.
"Let's see who can find the most minerals!" Timmy challenged Grandpa. They searched together, laughing and sharing interesting rocks with each other.
Timmy proudly showing his rocks to two smiling parents in the living room. A small basket of rocks on the table.
Later, Timmy showed his rocks to his parents. "Did you know rocks are made of minerals?" he told them proudly. His parents smiled and clapped. Timmy felt happy to share.
Timmy, sleepy but happy, placing a shiny mineral rock on his nightstand beside his bed. A soft lamp glows in the cozy bedroom.
That night, Timmy placed his favorite mineral by his bed. "Tomorrow, I'll learn even more about rocks," he whispered sleepily. His adventure had only just begun!