[EXT. CITY STREET – SUNNY AFTERNOON]
Amid the honking horns and busy sidewalks, there’s one soul living entirely in the moment: a playful street dog, tail wagging like it’s powered by joy.
He’s not chasing cars.
He’s chasing life.
First, it’s a crushed plastic bottle — he bats it with his paw, sends it skidding down the pavement, then pounces like a lion cub.
People walk by, smiling.
Next, he finds an old sock someone dropped. He tosses it in the air, catches it mid-leap, then parades around like he just caught a trophy.
A group of kids laughs. One even claps.
Then, a gust of wind rolls a paper cup across the road. His ears perk up. Game on.
He chases it down the sidewalk, nose to the ground, tail spinning like a helicopter. For a second — just a second — he forgets he’s alone.
Because to him, the world is full of toys.
Full of play.
Full of wonder.
[EXT. SIDEWALK BENCH – LATER]
He curls up beneath a bench, tired from the adventure. A couple sits above him, watching the replay on their phones. One of them looks down and smiles.
WOMAN (softly):
We’re taking him home.
He lifts his head, tongue out, tail thumping.
Playtime’s over.
Now, it’s forever time.