Milo

On a sunny morning, Milo skipped onto the soft green grass beside PopPop. The sky was bright and cheerful, and the warm sun seemed to smile down on them. Milo wore a purple top and gray pants, and PopPop carried a little basket for their day outside.

Soon, Milo noticed tiny blue spots in the grass. “Are those flowers?” Milo asked. PopPop knelt down and said, “Let’s look together.” But when they got closer, the blue spots looked different in the sunlight. They were small shiny puddles left behind by a sprinkle of rain.

Milo had an idea. “Can we make the puddles into a path?” PopPop laughed kindly. Together, they stepped carefully from one blue puddle to the next, making a silly little game. Milo pretended each puddle was a stepping stone to a secret garden.

At the biggest puddle, Milo jumped with joy and landed safely on the grass. PopPop clapped, and they both laughed.

By the end of the morning, the grass sparkled, the sun shone warm, and Milo felt proud. “We made our own adventure,” Milo said. PopPop smiled. “Yes, and adventures are better when shared.”