The night before had been terrifying. Thunder roared, the wind howled, and heavy rain battered the small family farm. By morning, silence returned—but so did the mess. Fallen branches, scattered hay, and puddles of mud covered everything. Mom stepped outside, surveying the damage with a sigh. “Oh no… this is going to take all day,” she murmured. But before she could even grab her tools, a familiar bark sounded behind her. It was Lala—tail wagging, eyes bright, ready to help!
Lala had spent the night curled up safely inside, but the moment she saw the farm’s condition, she jumped into action. Mom smiled. “Alright, my little helper, let’s get to work!” Together, they began the big cleanup.
Lala’s first mission was gathering fallen branches. She ran around, picking them up one by one in her mouth and proudly carrying them to the pile. Sometimes, she grabbed one too big for her, dragging it across the muddy ground while Mom laughed at her determination. Next, she helped herd the chickens back into their coop—they had wandered off during the storm and were clucking nervously around the yard. Lala barked softly, guiding them just like a professional farm dog!
As Mom repaired the fences, Lala stayed close, watching every move and occasionally pawing at loose nails as if she wanted to help hammer them in. When it came time to plant new flowers near the farmhouse, Lala tried “digging” her own little holes—though she sometimes got too excited and splattered mud everywhere!
By sunset, the farm looked completely different—clean, bright, and full of life again. Lala was covered in dirt, but her tail wagged proudly as she looked around at their hard work. Mom knelt down, gave her a gentle hug, and said, “I couldn’t have done it without you, my smart girl.”
That evening, as they rested together on the porch, the golden light reflecting off the freshly cleaned farm, Lala leaned against Mom with a tired but happy sigh. It had been a long day, but together, they had turned the storm’s chaos into a fresh new start. 🌤️❤️
