The Eagle in the Sky

Sammy ran inside and grabbed her backpack, filled with a flashlight, snacks, a compass, and Max’s favourite squeaky toy. Then she followed the eagle, which swooped low and circled above, as if it wanted her to follow.

Through the neighborhood, across the park, and into the edge of the forest, the eagle soared ahead. Suddenly, it dropped the shiny paper near an old oak tree.

Sammy picked it up carefully. It was hand-drawn and colourful, with symbols she didn’t understand, but one thing was clear: there was a tiny pawprint near the top right corner.

“It’s a map to Max,” she gasped.

A Joyful Reunion and a Feathered Friend

There he was, tangled in some vines, wagging his tail like crazy. Sammy gently freed him, laughing and crying all at once.

“How did you end up all the way out here?” she asked.

Max licked her face, as if to say, I missed you, too.

Above them, Scout the eagle circled one last time before gliding away toward the rising moon. Sammy waved. “Thank you, Scout! We’ll never forget you.”

That night, back at home, Sammy framed the eagle’s map and hung it beside Max’s bed. And every evening after that, when they played in the yard, they always looked up, just in case their winged friend flew by again.

The End !