Sunlight sparkled over Adventure Bay, and Rocky was already revving with excitement. Today’s mission? A beach cleanup organized by Mayor Goodway! “Let’s clean it green!” Rocky barked, loading his recycling truck with bins, tools, and all the eco-energy he had. When the Paw Patrol pups arrived at the beach, they saw the mess. Trash was scattered across the sand—bottles, bags, even a tangled fishing net! Worse yet, tiny sea turtles were struggling to reach the ocean through the litter. “This cleanup’s a big one,” Ryder said. “But we’ve got this! Rocky—you’re recycling chief. Zuma, help guide the turtles to the water. Chase, cone off the area for safety.” “Green means go!” Rocky barked, diving into action. With his grabber claw, he scooped up bottles, sorted plastics, and even turned an old bucket into a flowerpot for the mayor. Zuma zig-zagged gently between trash piles, leading the baby turtles safely to the waves. “Go, little dudes, go!” he cheered. Everything was going great—unt...
Every year on her birthday, Ava climbed to the rooftop of her apartment building and watched the stars.
This year was different—she wasn’t alone.
Caleb had found her there once by accident, chasing a lost frisbee during a rooftop BBQ. Now, it had become their place.
He sat beside her, handing her a slice of cake with a candle stuck in the middle.
“Make a wish,” he said.
She closed her eyes, the city lights twinkling below, the night wrapped around them like a soft blanket.
When she opened them, he was watching her—not the stars.
“Did you wish for something good?” he asked.
She nodded. “I think so.”
They sat in silence, the kind that doesn’t need filling. Then he reached into his coat and pulled out a small box.
“Can I make a wish too?” he asked, opening it to reveal a delicate ring.
Ava’s breath caught.
“I wish you’d let me make you happy for every birthday after this one.”
The stars above shimmered a little brighter.
And she whispered, “Wish granted.”
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