Harper entered the courtyard at a very hyper pace. In fact, she was skipping. She clung tightly onto her schoolbag in one hand and her pygmy puff Pretzel in her other. There was no way he was getting lost again.

She eyed a bench on the side and skipped over to it, humming loudly. She felt so hyper and impatient and anxious. She sat with her foot wiggling back and forth, her leg crossed over the other one.

Still humming, she set her pygmy puff on the bench beside her, patting him lightly on his head. Harper was certain she could keep an eye on him when he was this close. It was impossible not to...right? She should put a sensor on him connected to a GPS.

She looked up at the sky, still humming (it had switched to Jingle Bells) and watched the clouds.