Maya chases a bright blue butterfly through the tall grass. Her arms stretch wide as she giggles at its zigzag flight path.
A fluffy puppy jumps up and licks Maya’s nose. She wipes her chin with her sleeve, smiling at the silly sensation.
The puppy tugs hard on Maya’s shoelace, pulling her toward mud. She grabs a sturdy oak branch to steady herself.
Maya stands firm against the tree trunk, holding her hands up like a stop sign. 'No, please,' she says clearly.
The puppy tilts its head, listening to her gentle tone. Maya breathes out a sharp puff of air, relaxing her shoulders.
Maya sits back down on the soft clover, watching the puppy nap peacefully nearby. A gentle breeze rustles the flowers.
The blue butterfly returns, hovering just above the clover heads. Maya watches it closely, her eyes full of wonder.
The afternoon sun warms the meadow as Maya rests quietly. Everything feels still and happy in the golden light.