Rocks : A Dusty Story

I was on the beach collecting rocks, finding the most prettiest rocks, dusty handed me an ugly rock to add to my collection . . . i pointed out the ugliness of that rock to him, with a bit of petulance and pretentiousness . . . not caring should I insult him, his selection . . . non-the-less . . . I had no desire to carry this heavy stone.  As if to assert that he selected that particular rock with specific intention, he declared, "put it next to the beautiful ones and the beautiful ones will look even more beautiful"