amnda steps outside, her boots crunching on the gravel. A loyal brown dog trots beside her, tail wagging, its nose twitching with excitement. The gentle breeze ruffles her hair as she smiles, scanning the familiar expanse of her farm.

"Come on, boy, let’s see if the ducks are hungry this morning," she says, her voice warm and gentle. The dog barks in reply, tongue lolling, as they head toward the weathered duck coop nestled near a thicket of reeds.

amnda[/@ch_1] appears, a tin pail of feed in hand.] She scatters the grain, laughter bubbling from her lips as the ducks jostle and peck at the ground. "Easy now, there's enough for everyone," she coaxes, crouching to watch their antics. The dog sits obediently at her side, eyes bright with curiosity.

amnda strolls to the water’s edge, kneeling to peer into the clear, sun-dappled shallows. Silvery fish dart beneath the surface, their scales flashing in the light. She watches, entranced, as shadows flicker and a frog plops into the water with a soft splash.

amnda sits on the grassy bank, her dog lying at her feet, chin resting on its paws. "What a peaceful morning," she whispers, her eyes following the fish weaving through the pond.

With one last look at the glimmering water, amnda stands, brushing off her jeans. The dog bounds to her side, and together they walk back toward the farmhouse, hearts light, ready for whatever the day will bring.