Little Mountain is happy in her existence surrounded by bigger mountains, birds, animals and people. Life is good for Little Mountain. One day, Old Joe, a prospector arrives looking for gold. He pans for gold in the valley below Little Mountain. When he finally discovers the shiny yellow sand, he yells “Gold!” at the top of his lungs. Soon prospectors come from all over and stake every bit of land. Old Joe then goes and digs into a mountain just north of Little Mountain, finds a gold nugget and, despite himself, yells “Gold!” at the top of his lungs. Again prospectors and miners move in and get rich. North Mountain also gets smaller and smaller. Other mountains are excavated for gold and start to disappear. Old Joe, disappointed that everyone is growing rich except himself, climbs Little Mountain and starts to dig. Instead of gold, all he finds are rocks. For a joke, instead of yelling “Gold”, Old Joe decides to yell “Rocks!”. From below comes the response, “Who wants rocks?” Joe repeats yelling “Rocks!”. Again from below comes the same response. Finally, Joe sits down, and looks at Little Mountain surrounded by the birds, animals and people. Tears come to his eyes as he realizes that the riches he’d been looking for all his life lay in the scene before him. “Thank God for rocks.” Joe builds a cabin on Big Mountain so he can see Little Mountain from his front door. And every day Joe repeats to himself, “Who wants rocks? I do. Thank God for rocks.”