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In the dawn garden, Arlind tiptoes across dew-sparkled grass, smiling with wonder, while Kali i bardh extends a kindly face over the wooden fence; tulips shimmer like tiny lanterns around them.
Arlind tiptoed into the garden at dawn. Dew sparkled like stars. 'Hello,' whispered the tulips. She giggled. From the fence, Kali i bardh peeked kindly. The air hummed with wonder.
In the sun-dappled meadow corner, Arlind strokes Kali i bardh’s white muzzle beside gently swaying daisies, her eyes bright as the horse invites a calm trot through the flower-lined sanctuary.
The daisies swayed. 'We grow overnight,' they chimed. 'This is my secret sanctuary,' Arlind said. Kali i bardh nickered softly. 'Want a gentle trot?' asked the horse. Arlind nodded, smiling wide.
At the glittering pond under mid-morning light, Skaf, a toy-sized speedboat, bobs near the bank while Arlind waves excitedly from shore and Kali i bardh watches the boat’s sparkling wake ripple across lily pads.
By the pond, ripples twinkled. A tiny speedboat bobbed. 'I'm Skaf!' it beamed. 'Hop in for a sparkle tour!' Arlind waved to Kali i bardh. Together, they followed Skaf's shimmering wake.
Beside the open tool shed on a bright morning, the orange excavator Skrepi blinks friendly lights while gently lowering its bucket to scoop neat planting holes as Arlind claps nearby, sunlight glinting on fresh soil piles.
From the tool shed, something rumbled softly. An orange excavator blinked friendly lights. 'I'm Skrepi,' it murmured. 'Need neat planting holes?' Arlind clapped. Skrepi scooped gentle pockets while flowers chatted happily.
Under the scorching afternoon sun in the flowerbed, Skrepi carves a smooth, winding stream through dry soil while Skaf sprays shimmering water arcs, reviving drooping roses that lean toward the sudden shade of overturned earth.
Afternoon sun blazed. Petals drooped. 'We need shade and sip-sips,' sighed the roses. Skrepi carved a curvy stream. Skaf splashed water. Kali i bardh cantered circles, fanning breezes with mane.
In the purple evening glow, Arlind sits cross-legged beside the tall oak at garden center while Kali i bardh stands watchful behind her and Skaf floats nearby, emitting soft musical ripples that lull the shimmering leaves.
Evening fell soft and purple. 'Time to grow,' whispered the garden. Arlind listened, eyes wide. Leaves stretched like yawns. Kali i bardh stood guard. Skaf and Skrepi hummed a lullaby.
During a thunder-shadowed afternoon in the garden, Kali i bardh arches a white neck to shield Arlind crouched beneath, while Skrepi stacks a low pebble wall beside them, rain-slick petals scattering across the muddy ground.
Dark clouds rolled in. Thunder grumbled away. 'We'll keep you safe,' Arlind promised. Skrepi built pebble walls. Skaf anchored lily pads. Kali i bardh sheltered Arlind beneath a white neck.
In fresh morning sunlight, a rainbow arcs above the pond as Arlind hugs Kali i bardh’s neck near shore while Skaf tows bright leaves across silver water, scattered clouds mirrored in the calm surface.
Morning sun returned, bright. A rainbow arched over the pond. 'We did it,' cheered the flowers. Skaf towed leaves. Skrepi set fallen stones straight. Arlind hugged Kali i bardh gratefully.
In the sunny clearing, Arlind kneels beside a fresh hole dug by Skrepi’s poised bucket, carefully lowering a single seed while Skaf hovers at the edge, ready to sprinkle water from its tiny prow.
Arlind held a seed. 'Let's plant friendship,' she said. Skrepi dug a perfect hole. Skaf sprinkled water. Kali i bardh snorted encouragement. The seed settled cozy beneath the singing soil.
At dawn beneath the newly sprouted tree whose bell-shaped blossoms ring softly, Arlind points upward with delight while Skrepi lays a neat pebble path around the trunk and Skaf traces shining silver rings across the nearby pond.
That night, the seed glowed. By dawn, a small tree waved. Bells chimed in blossoms. 'Our clubhouse!' Arlind laughed. Skrepi made a pebble path. Skaf painted ripples with silver rings.
In the cool midday shade beneath the blossom tree, Arlind leans against the trunk whispering toward rose bushes while Kali i bardh lies calmly at her side and Skrepi taps a gentle rhythmic pattern with its bucket.
Under the tree, Arlind whispered worries. 'We're listening,' murmured roses. Kali i bardh breathed beside her. Skaf bobbed. Skrepi clicked a soothing rhythm. The garden wrapped her in leaf-soft comfort.
Along the flower-lit path at sunset, Arlind stands smiling with hands over heart while Skaf gleams beside the pond and Skrepi idles nearby, their reflections glowing gold in the warm, fading light of her magical sanctuary.
Sunset painted paths. 'Thank you, friends,' Arlind said. 'This garden is my magical sanctuary.' Kali i bardh whinnied. Skaf sparkled. Skrepi purred as flowers promised, 'We'll grow while you dream.'