Lila, a girl with a cascade of curly hair and bright, eager eyes, sits cross-legged on the floor. Beside her, nestled against a soft pillow, is Biscuit, her tiny golden puppy with floppy ears and a wagging tail. A well-loved storybook rests in Lila's hands, its pages ready to transport them both into another world.

Lila gently opens the book, her fingers tracing the colorful images. Biscuit tilts his head, ears perked, and scoots closer, his nose twitching with curiosity. "Are you ready for a story, Biscuit? Today’s tale is about a brave puppy who saves the day," she says with a smile, her voice full of excitement.

Lila begins to read, her voice rising and falling with the rhythm of the story. "Once upon a time, in a faraway village, lived a puppy named Max, who loved to help his friends," she narrates, pausing to show Biscuit the picture. "Woof!" Biscuit barks, as if cheering Max on.

Lila continues, her words painting scenes of adventure and friendship. "Max raced through the meadow, searching for the lost kitten. He sniffed the air and listened for tiny cries," she reads, glancing at Biscuit's attentive face. Biscuit whimpers softly, his eyes wide as if imagining himself as the hero.

"Max found the kitten tangled in a bush. He barked for help, and together with his friends, they freed her," Lila reads, her voice trembling with excitement. Biscuit wags his tail vigorously, letting out a joyful yip. "See, Biscuit? Even the smallest puppy can be the bravest of all," she whispers, ruffling his ears.

Lila sets the book aside and wraps her arms around Biscuit, both of them content in the afterglow of their shared adventure. "Goodnight, little hero. Tomorrow, we’ll read another story—maybe this time, about a puppy just like you," she murmurs. Biscuit closes his eyes, his breathing slow and steady, already dreaming of new tales to come.