Harry's bucket
Harry woke up to the soft chirping of birds and golden rays spilling through his window. Excited, he grabbed his bucket and dashed outside into the dewy grass. The countryside was alive, and Harry’s mission was clear: collect treasures. He found shiny pebbles, vibrant wildflowers, and even a few colorful feathers. Each item was carefully placed in his bucket, a reminder of the morning’s adventures. As the sun rose higher, Harry sat on the porch, proud of his finds, dreaming of what his next adventure would bring.
Let the day begin !
Harry's bucket
Harry woke up to the soft chirping of birds and golden rays spilling through his window. Excited, he grabbed his bucket and dashed outside into the dewy grass. The countryside was alive, and Harry’s mission was clear: collect treasures. He found shiny pebbles, vibrant wildflowers, and even a few colorful feathers. Each item was carefully placed in his bucket, a reminder of the morning’s adventures. As the sun rose higher, Harry sat on the porch, proud of his finds, dreaming of what his next adventure would bring.
Let the day begin !