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🚲 Benny and the Boring Day That Wasn’t 🎉

   Benny the mouse pressed his nose against the toy store window, eyes wide. There it was—a  shiny blue bicycle  with streamers on the handlebars and a bell that looked like it could sing. “I  need  that bike,” Benny whispered. Mr. Mouse, his dad, didn’t even glance at it. “Bicycles are silly,” he said. “Come on, we’ve got shopping to do.” Benny sighed. “Shopping is  so  boring.” Mr. Mouse chuckled. “Maybe it’s more exciting than it seems.” At the greengrocer’s, while Mr. Mouse picked apples and carrots, Benny spotted something strange: The shopkeeper was juggling fruit— three apples and two oranges, flying through the air! “Dad! Look!” Benny pointed. “Nonsense,” said Mr. Mouse. “Shopkeepers don’t juggle. Too sensible.” At the dairy, Benny blinked in surprise. Mrs. Cow, the shop owner, was spinning in circles wearing a pink  ballet tutu , twirling to music only she could hear. “Dad! She’s  dancing! ” Mr. Mouse barely looked up from the c...

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The rain came out of nowhere.

Maya ducked into the nearest shop, soaked and shivering. She sighed, brushing wet hair from her eyes—until a gentle voice spoke.

“Need an umbrella?”

She turned to see a man holding out a bright yellow one, the kind that looked ridiculous and charming all at once.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

He nodded. “Only if you walk with me.”

They stepped into the rain together, side by side beneath the shared canopy. Strangers just minutes ago, now laughing over puddles and forgotten appointments.

“My name’s Noah,” he said.

“Maya.”

They walked aimlessly, passing neon lights reflected in the wet pavement, like a city dreaming in color.

When they reached her street, she hesitated.

“Do you want it back?” she asked, holding out the umbrella.

Noah smiled. “Keep it. Just promise to meet me again the next time it rains.”

Maya grinned, heart fluttering. “Deal.”

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