A soap bubble floats low above the grass, shimmering with rainbow colors. The small dog leaps after it, ears flapping in the warm breeze.
He lands in a patch of clover, panting happily as the scent of cut grass fills the air. The bubble drifts away, but something else catches his eye near the fence.
The small dog trots toward a shiny red bicycle lying on its side. He nudges it with his wet nose, and the bike wobbles precariously.
A gust of wind catches the chain. It clatters and ticks like a mechanical insect. The small dog freezes and waits for the noise to stop.
He jumps onto the seat. The pedals spin beneath his paws without him pushing. He zooms past the tomato plants, kicking up clouds of dusty gold.
The world blurs into streaks of green and gold. The ordinary yard becomes a race track, and the small dog races through the sunlight.
The bike hits a root. The small dog flies into the air and tumbles into a pile of soft leaves. He lies there, staring up at the blue sky. Bees hum in the lavender nearby.
He rolls onto his back and lets out a long, contented sigh. The shadows grow long across the lawn. The day is perfect.