Almost there...almost there...almost there.

Sierra kept mentally coaching herself along. She was so close. So, so close. If she'd counted correctly, she already had twenty-two rocks in her cauldron, which meant she only needed two more. She thought about trying to catch a few extra, because...what if she'd counted incorrectly?

Hmm...

Nevermind that now. She needed those two extra rocks, and she needed them now. She continued with her old faithful plan--flying toward the areas where most of the rocks were pouring down and then doing her best to get some to pour into her cauldron.

Once she got right into the thick of things for what felt like the millionth time, she began darting this way and that, waiting for the sound of more rocks tumbling into the cauldron. When one did, she felt like shouting for joy--twenty-three rocks!

...but she needed one more. Just one more little rock!