On the edge of a warm, sunlit farm, where golden fields stretched like soft blankets under the sky, there lived many animals who laughed, played, and filled the air with cheerful sounds. Chickens clucked proudly, cows hummed low gentle songs, and the goats leaped as if the wind itself carried them.
But tucked quietly behind a stack of hay bales, there was one small creature who rarely joined in.
Her name was Miso.
Miso was a tiny gray cat with soft fur like morning clouds and eyes that shimmered like drops of rain. She wasn’t loud like the others. She didn’t run or jump or sing. Instead, she watched.
She watched the ducks splash in the pond.