Alma sees bright feathers along the park path.
Milo sniffs one feather, then another.
Rustling leaves point the way.
More feathers wait by the bench and garden path.
“This way!” Alma says, and Milo trots after her.
A gust scatters the feathers everywhere.
Alma and Milo gently gather every feather.
One feather lands on Milo’s nose. Alma giggles.
They find a low nest and place the feathers inside.
A little bird chirps above them.
The little bird flutters down, and Alma smiles.
The bird rests in its soft feather nest.
Milo wags beside Alma as soft chirps fill the park.
Alma and Milo walk home together.
