Eli, a mischievous, smart, and happy little boy of four, races around the kitchen, tugging at the sleeve of his mother's shirt. He is eager to explore, his eyes dancing with excitement. Today, he’s determined to find the biggest stick in the yard.
"Can I go outside now? Please? I want to see the woods!"
Eli ventures past the garden fence, clutching his favorite red cap. The trees seem taller and the sounds deeper out here, but curiosity pulls him forward. He follows a trail of butterflies, giggling and hopping over twisted roots.
"I bet there are fairies here," he muses aloud, his voice echoing among the trunks.
Suddenly, Eli realizes he can’t see his house anymore. He pauses, heart pounding, clutching his backpack tighter. The woods seem unfamiliar and endless, with shadows stretching in every direction.
"Where’s the way back?" he whispers, anxiety creeping into his voice.
Despite his fear, Eli decides to explore, his adventurous spirit returning. He watches the squirrel, giggles as it scurries around, and imagines himself as a brave explorer. He builds a little fort of sticks near the hollow tree, pretending it’s a secret base.
"Hello, Mr. Squirrel! Want to be my friend?" he calls out, his laughter echoing among the trees.
Eli hears his name being called, faint but growing louder. Relief floods him; he follows the sound, weaving between trees and waving at the birds as if they’re guiding him. The forest no longer feels scary, but magical and full of wonder.
"I’m here! I’m here!" he shouts, running toward the voice.
Eli bursts from the trees, tumbling into his mother’s embrace. She hugs him tightly, whispering how much she missed him. Together, they walk back home, Eli sharing tales of fairies, squirrels, and secret forts.
"Next time, can I show you my secret base?" he asks, his smile as bright as the setting sun.
