Luna spotted a shimmering blue butterfly resting on a high sunflower.
She leaped up, paws outstretched, but the flower bent away just in time.
She landed with a soft thump in the clover. The butterfly flutters higher.
Luna hops after it, dodging thick tree roots that trip her toes.
Her ears swivel back as a sudden breeze rustles the leaves overhead.
The butterfly stops on a smooth stone across a rushing stream.
Luna steps onto the rock, which wobbles dangerously under her weight.
The stone tilts, sending Luna sliding into a pile of soft, dry leaves below.
She brushes off her nose and smiles at the safe, crunchy landing.
The butterfly had flown away, leaving only a memory of blue.