A burly man with a sturdy tum (40s?) is standing next to a vintage Triumph, smiling affectionately as he helps his son (12?) zip his leather jacket up.
Mist in distant green valleys.
A rainbow overhead.
Perfect day for a ride with the boy.

A small human (4?) is helping Dad grocery shop.
Dad's dawdling near the sausage roll counter and she's not having it.
Arms crossed, legs akimbo, she roars: "MUM SAID WE NEED POTATOES!"
Dad grins: "Yeah, but she didn't say NO sausage rolls did she?"
Small Human is skeptical.

A teen (13?) wearing stripy pajamas is pushing her friend, who's sitting in a shopping trolley down the street in a small, bohemian country town.
Both cackling uproariously as Passenger Teen's phone emits the instruction: "At the next intersection, turn left."

A noble woolly brown dog (Poodle cross 18th C European Monarch?) is waiting regally by the door of a cafe.
Benevolently accepting pats from adoring subjects who pass.
Every now and then giving a magnanimous subdued tail wag for his human who's enjoying a coffee inside.
He's a VERY good boy.

A small human (4?) has just borrowed a library book that she likes VERY much and she would like everyone to know it.
Walking along, reading with it in front of her face.
Every now and then peeking around the side to see who's noticing.
Dad's gentle hand on her back, guiding her as they go.

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