Identify the exposition, rising action, climax, falling action, resolution, and plot of the story below. thanks. i'll surely give u a thumbs up.

The Stones (By Richard Shelton) I love to go out on summer nights and watch the stones grow. I think they grow better here in the desert, where it is warm and dry, than almost anywhere. Or perhaps it is only that the young ones are more active here. Young stones tend to move about more than their elders consider good for them. Most young stones have a secret desire which their parents had before them but have forgotten ages ago. And because this desires involves water, it is never mentioned. The older stones disapprove of water and say, "Water is a gadfly who never stays in one place long enough to learn anything." But the young stones try to work themselves into a position, slowly and without their elders noticing it, in which a sizable stream of water during a summer storm might catch them broadside and unknowing, so to speak, push them along over a slope or down an arroyo. In spite of the dangers this involves, they want to travel and see something of the world and settie in a new place, far from home, where they can raise their own dynasties, away from the domination of their parents. And although family ties are very strong among stones, many have succeeded; and they carry scars to prove to their children that they once went on a journey, helter skelter and high water, and travelled perhaps fifteen feet, an incredible distance. As they grow older, they cease to brag about such clandestine adventures. It is true that old stones get to very conservative. They consider all movement either dangerous or downright sinful. They remain comfortably where they are and often get fat. Fatness as a matter of fact, is a mark of distinction. And on summer nights, after the young stones are asleep, the elders turn to a serious and frightening subject - the moon Which is always spoken of in whispers. "see how it glows and whips across the sky, always changing its shape," one says, and another says, Feel how it pulls at us, urging us to follow." And a third whispers, "It is a stone gone mad." The Stones (By Richard Shelton) I love to go out on summer nights and watch the stones grow. I think they grow better here in the desert, where it is warm and dry, than almost anywhere. Or perhaps it is only that the young ones are more active here. Young stones tend to move about more than their elders consider good for them. Most young stones have a secret desire which their parents had before them but have forgotten ages ago. And because this desires involves water, it is never mentioned. The older stones disapprove of water and say, "Water is a gadfly who never stays in one place long enough to learn anything." But the young stones try to work themselves into a position, slowly and without their elders noticing it, in which a sizable stream of water during a summer storm might catch them broadside and unknowing, so to speak, push them along over a slope or down an arroyo. In spite of the dangers this involves, they want to travel and see something of the world and settie in a new place, far from home, where they can raise their own dynasties, away from the domination of their parents. And although family ties are very strong among stones, many have succeeded; and they carry scars to prove to their children that they once went on a journey, helter skelter and high water, and travelled perhaps fifteen feet, an incredible distance. As they grow older, they cease to brag about such clandestine adventures. It is true that old stones get to very conservative. They consider all movement either dangerous or downright sinful. They remain comfortably where they are and often get fat. Fatness as a matter of fact, is a mark of distinction. And on summer nights, after the young stones are asleep, the elders turn to a serious and frightening subject - the moon Which is always spoken of in whispers. "see how it glows and whips across the sky, always changing its shape," one says, and another says, Feel how it pulls at us, urging us to follow." And a third whispers, "It is a stone gone mad