Cottonball was racing herself around the playground. She was focusing so hard on the ground ahead of her, she missed the protruding branch in front of her. She tripped and face-planted the ground, skidding to a stop in the dirt. She heard a bark, sat up and shook herself, and turned to her mother.
"Cotton, be careful!" Her mother growled in warning. To Cottonball, her mother seemed exasperated most of the time.
She stuck her tongue out at her before commenting, "I'm fine, Mom!" Then, she stood up again and began racing around the playground, singing a song she'd memorized from Lady and the Tramp 2 as she panted and hopped up the stairs, slid down the slide, made a flying leap toward the swings (landing gracefully), and swinging with the swing til she was high enough to soar off of it and land on the merry-go-round, tumbling into another puppy and breaking up her song. "Oh! Sorry!" She apologized submissively, lowering her ears like her mother had taught her.

