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Indoors under soft afternoon light, Maya holds a red toy car at chest level while Stanley stands a step away, scowling and pointing insistently at it. The empty room background highlights their tense confrontation.
Stanley searched everywhere for his favorite toy car. He saw his best friend Maya holding a red car just like his. "That's mine!" Stanley shouted angrily. Maya looked confused and sad. Stanley stomped away without listening. His heart felt heavy and upset.
Inside Stanley's cluttered bedroom, morning light spills across the floor as he kneels, reaching under his bed to pull out the missing red toy car with wide, regretful eyes. Socks and comics lie scattered nearby.
At home, Stanley found his red car under his bed. His stomach felt funny and tight. "Oh no," he whispered quietly. Maya's car wasn't his after all. Stanley had been mean to his friend. He knew he needed to fix this mistake.
Outdoors in gentle morning light, Stanley stands face-to-face with Maya on a quiet walkway, hands clasped apologetically and head slightly bowed. Maya listens, arms relaxed at her sides, offering a small, tentative smile.
The next day, Stanley walked up to Maya. "I'm really sorry I yelled at you," he said softly. "I found my car at home." Maya smiled a little. "I was sad when you got mad," she explained. "Next time, can we talk first?"
In a sunny backyard, afternoon light glowing, Maya and Stanley sit cross-legged on grass comparing their toy cars, the different stickers clearly visible. They lean into a joyful hug, grinning wide.
Stanley nodded and smiled big. "Yes, I should have asked you first," he agreed. Maya showed him her car closely. They saw hers had different stickers. The two friends hugged happily. They played together all afternoon long.