[EXT. FOREST TRAIL – SUNNY AFTERNOON]
Meet Milo, a golden retriever with too much energy and not enough sense of direction. Today, his favorite toys aren’t balls or sticks…
They’re trees.
He runs from one trunk to another, zig-zagging like he’s in an obstacle course only he can see. He sniffs the bark, bounces around fallen branches, and then pauses—eyes locked on a swaying twig above.
MILO (thinking):
“Is it alive? Is it playing back?”
A gust of wind rustles the leaves, and Milo leaps straight up, barking joyfully, tail spinning like a helicopter.
He finds a pile of crunchy leaves and dives in headfirst like it’s a pool. Pops up. Sneezes. Then rolls around, tail thudding against the ground in pure delight.
Then it happens.
A tiny pinecone falls from a branch above and lands near him.
Milo freezes.
His eyes widen. He pounces.
MILO (tail wagging furiously):
“Tree just gave me a toy!”
[EXT. FOREST – LATER]
As the sun begins to set, Milo lies under a tree, tongue out, chest rising and falling. The trees sway gently overhead, almost like they’re waving goodbye.
To Milo, it wasn’t just a walk.
It was playtime with giants.
And they played back.
