It started as a simple walk to the garden. BiBi was humming her favorite song, swinging a tiny umbrella, when—slip!
Her little foot hit a muddy patch, and splat! She tumbled straight into a puddle.
“Wah!” BiBi cried, now soaked, muddy, and sitting like a surprised potato.
But before she could pout, a loud BOOM rolled through the sky. The rain came pouring down like a waterfall. And just then, Dad shouted from the porch, “BiBi! Come quick!”
She scrambled up, slipping and sliding all the way to the house, where something magical was happening—steak night!
Dad had grilled thick, juicy steaks just before the rain started, and the smell filled the air with mouthwatering goodness. The rain may have soaked everything else, but the food was hot and ready.
“Perfect timing!” Dad laughed, handing her a warm towel and a sizzling plate.
BiBi sat on the porch steps, still dripping but now wrapped in a blanket, a big piece of steak in her paw. The heavy rain poured all around, drumming on the roof like music, while she happily chewed her delicious dinner.
“Mmm!” she grinned, juice running down her chin. “This is the best accident ever!”
She and Dad ate together in the cozy storm light, watching the puddles grow and the trees sway.
The fall didn’t matter. The mess didn’t matter. What mattered was this moment—steak, rain, laughter, and love.
By the end of the meal, BiBi was full, warm, and smiling from ear to ear.
“Tomorrow,” she said with a giggle, “I might fall on purpose!”
