Pip woke beneath the old oak tree. His burrow felt snug. Morning glowed.
Pip peeked through the round, leafy entrance. He watched quietly. The meadow sparkled.
Near bright flowers, rabbits hopped around a mossy log. Birds chirped. Friends laughed.
Pip held his yellow scarf. Its soft yarn warmed his paws. Hope shone in his eyes.
Could he play, too? Pip took one tiny breath. Then he stayed, smiling softly.
