Liza watched her "Daisy, come back here!" as the little beagle darted after a butterfly. The park was lively, but the moment Liza turned her back, Daisy was nowhere to be seen.

Liza approached a group of teenagers sitting on a bench. "Have you seen a beagle around here? Her name is Daisy," she asked, her voice tinged with worry. One of the teens pointed towards the path leading into the woods.

Liza entered the woods, the forest air cooler than the open park. "Daisy! Daisy!" she called, her voice echoing. She could hear the crunch of leaves underfoot and her own heartbeat in her ears.

Liza's heart leaped as she hurried towards the sound. She pushed through the underbrush, ignoring the branches that snagged her clothes. "I'm coming, Daisy!"

Liza dropped to her knees, wrapping her arms around Daisy. "Oh, Daisy, I was so worried!" she murmured, tears of relief streaming down her cheeks as Daisy licked her face.

Liza glanced down at Daisy, whose tail wagged contentedly beside her. "Let's go home, girl," she said softly, grateful for the happy ending to their adventure.