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Inside Milo's cozy burrow study lit by warm afternoon light, Milo tidies a lone yellow pencil on his small wooden desk. Rabbit peeks through the doorway, watching as Milo carefully alphabetizes tiny crumbs lined across the surface.
Milo the mouse dreamed of greatness, but kept tidying his pencil instead. Rabbit peeked in. 'How's amazing going?' Rabbit asked. 'Starting any minute,' Milo said, stretching. Then he alphabetized crumbs.
In a sunny meadow beneath a broad oak tree, Milo sits on a picnic cloth rearranging colorful napkins beside half-eaten snacks. Overhead, Bird executes tight loops against the bright midday sky while Milo looks up, cheeks still full.
Milo saw Bird practicing loops above the oak. 'How do you fly so well?' he asked. 'Every day, small flaps,' Bird chirped. 'I’ll start after snacks,' Milo said, nibbling. He rearranged snack napkins.
On a grassy clearing outside, late afternoon sun casting long shadows, Milo sets a ticking kitchen timer on a stump. Nearby, Rabbit smiles as Milo performs three bold hops, clutching an imaginary medal against his chest.
Rabbit returned with a whistle. 'Progress?' Rabbit asked. Milo polished an imaginary medal. 'Scheduling progress now,' he said. Rabbit smiled, 'One tiny thing today.' Milo nodded, set a timer, and practiced three bold hops.
Under pale moonlight in the same clearing, Milo balances a crumb on his nose while raising his arms victoriously. Bird swoops past the glowing sky and Rabbit stands nearby clapping, their shadows stretching across the dew-silvered grass.
The timer chimed. Milo dashed, balanced a crumb, and cheered. 'I did something now!' he squeaked. Bird swooped, Rabbit clapped. Milo grinned, writing, 'Procrastinate later,' and practiced with friends until moonlight.