Rascal saw a flash of gray leap through the yard and let out a big, surprised bark.
Nibble peered from the fence, whiskers twitching; Rascal felt his heart thump with excitement and a little worry.
Rascal chased after Nibble, barking and bounding, until a sudden gust sent Nibble's special acorn tumbling into a dark little drain.
Nibble froze on a thin branch, tiny paws trembling; Rascal's bark faded into a puzzled whine as he realized he'd frightened his friend.
Nibble squeaked an idea—"We can work together"—and Rascal nosed the drain with careful, gentle breaths to listen for the acorn's echo.
Together they worked—Rascal braced his paws, Nibble balanced on his shoulder—and with a tiny, triumphant chirp the acorn popped free, glowing warm and golden.
Rascal licked Nibble's ear and felt something new—pride for helping, not loudness; Nibble smiled with bright, brave eyes.
Nibble led Rascal to a cozy hollow where a tiny stash of glowseeds twinkled; Rascal curled beside his new friend under a safe, warm light.
From that day on, Rascal's bark was a greeting as much as a warning, and the yard hummed with new, quiet adventures waiting for two unlikely friends.
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