Pip trotted into the sunny backyard and stopped. A bicycle leaned against the fence. Two perfect circles gleamed in the light.
Pip tapped a circle with his nose. Click. The metal was warm and smooth. He padded across the yard, following the path to the park.
Square windows ticked the houses like bright frames. A tortoise stepped out from behind a bush — his shell was a patchwork of green squares. Pip wagged.
The tortoise blinked slow and kept walking. Pip followed the path to the quiet park. Roofs peaked above the trees — three triangles pointed at the sky.
A fox peeked from behind a birdbath, ears sharp and triangular. Pip tilted his head. The fox's tail flicked once, twice, then vanished.
Pip trotted back to the yard. A toddler sat on the patio with crayons. Pip nudged the paper with his nose.
Circles, squares, triangles — already drawn in red and blue. The toddler giggled and offered a yellow crayon. Pip tapped the paper. Squish.
Yellow spread across the triangle. Pip rested his chin on his paws. The tortoise and the fox appeared at the fence, watching.
Crayons scattered everywhere. The tortoise blinked slow. The fox's tail gave one last flick. Pip closed his eyes.
The yellow triangle glowed in the sun. Pip dreamed of circles, squares, and triangles. All around the neighborhood, shapes waited to be found.