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In the sunny driveway, chalk race lines snake across the concrete as Lola skips beside Bonnie, while Kobe holds his small wooden plane, grinning toward the starting point.
Lola skipped with Bonnie; sunny day. "Fly your plane today," Lola said. Kobe grinned, "We'll race it, okay?" Bonnie barked, eager for fast play. They chalked lines, promised they'd stay.
In the backyard, late-afternoon sunlight stretches across the grass. Lola crouches by the cracked plane wing, sliding the broken piece beneath a stack of flowerpots while Bonnie sniffs nearby.
Lola tripped; the little wing, crack. "Oh no," whispered Lola, stepping back. She hid the piece beneath stack. Bonnie sniffed; her nose stayed track. "Please stay quiet," Lola whispered back.
Inside the cozy living-room, morning light spills through a window onto a patterned rug. Bonnie noses the hidden wing fragment into view while Lola stands beside the couch, biting her lip in worry.
Bonnie pawed the rug, found behind. She nudged it gently, very kind. Lola bit her lip, storming mind. "I should tell Kobe," thoughts unwind. Bonnie wagged; Lola heard, "Be kind."
Under the bright backyard sky, Kobe examines the odd-feeling plane on a picnic table. Lola stands opposite, hands clenched, while Bonnie nudges her knee.
Kobe checked the plane, "Strange today." "Anything happen?" he started to say. Lola swallowed, fear wouldn't go away. Bonnie nudged her knee, steady stay. "I must speak," Lola did say.
Still in the backyard, golden evening light falls on the grass as Lola faces Kobe beside the plane. She confesses the broken wing while tears shine and Bonnie licks their hands.
"I broke your wing; telling true." Tears shimmered, "I'm sorry, Kobe, too." Kobe breathed slowly, "Thank you, you." "Honesty helps me trust with glue." Bonnie licked their hands; smiles grew.
On the backyard picnic table beneath porch string-lights, Kobe steadies the plane while Lola presses glue and clear tape along the repaired wing. Bonnie sits nearby on her hind legs, gripping a tape roll in her mouth.
"Let's fix it," Kobe said, "mend." Lola brought tape; glue they'd blend. Bonnie held the tape, good friend. "Careful and patient," fixes that bend. Wing smoothed, ready for test send.
Across the open yard at midday, Kobe and Lola launch the restored plane, arms outstretched toward the sky. The glider soars overhead while Bonnie races below, paws skimming through cut grass.
They tossed; the plane flew high. "Higher than before," Kobe would cry. Lola laughed, "Truth helps us fly." Bonnie zoomed beside, paws tap sky. "Again!" they cheered, "we'll aim high."
Late afternoon on the shaded porch, Lola, Kobe, and Bonnie sit around a small table with frosty lemonade glasses and the intact plane nearby. Warm sunlight filters through leaves as they share wide smiles.
They sipped lemonade; joy filled heart. "Truth-telling was truly the best start." "It fixed our plane; honesty's smart." Bonnie curled close, part of art. Together they promised truth, every part.