The sun had begun to set; the sun washed the sky into a range of colors: orange, red, pink, and purple. It was beautiful and would most definitely hypnotize anyone who saw it. Except for one sleepy person.
Down below the bright heavens, a lone figure dragging it's feet through the sand. Their head rolled around as if the neck was broken. Canary sighed, struggling to keep their eyes open. It was quite difficult and their eyes kept fluttering shut only to shoot back open when they found something.
Canary was looking for metal, either it be coins or scrap, both ment money. They had been out on the beach for hours, their magic surged through the sand, searching for whatever metallic item Canary could get their hands on.
Once and a while, they would indeed find something. The metal would shoot up through the sand and up into the air, landing near by. Or, in some cases, would shoot up and smack Canary in the face, starting them awake. It was beginning to leave a mark.
Canary continued, their shoulders started to sag lower and lower. Right up to the point that Canary stopped moving and sluggishly laid down on the sand, falling asleep.