Biscuit was a small, floppy-eared beagle puppy with a brown patch over one eye and a constantly wagging tail. He sniffed at the air, unsure whether to chase the red ball or hide behind the flowerpots. The world felt enormous, and even the fluttering butterflies seemed a little frightening.

Biscuit crept toward his toy, ears drooping. He hesitated, pawing at the ground as the gate creaked loudly. "What if something scary is outside?" he whimpered softly, glancing back at the safety of the porch.

Emma[/@ch_2], steps outside. She kneels by the porch, her hands outstretched and her voice warm and reassuring.] "You can do it, Biscuit! Just a little further, I believe in you," called Emma, her eyes sparkling with encouragement. Biscuit looked at her, feeling a small spark of courage begin to grow in his chest. He took a deep breath, his nose twitching as he edged closer to the gate.

Biscuit gulped, then stretched his neck and bravely grabbed his squeaky bone with his mouth. The gate rattled again, but this time, Biscuit did not flinch. "I did it! I really did it!" he barked, tail wagging faster than ever before.

Emma scooped Biscuit into her arms, laughing with pride. "You’re the bravest puppy in the world, Biscuit," she cheered. Biscuit licked her cheek, already dreaming of new adventures he might try tomorrow.

Biscuit yawned, feeling tired but proud. The world outside didn’t seem quite so big or scary anymore. With Emma by his side and a little bit of bravery in his heart, Biscuit knew he could face anything that tomorrow might bring.