🐞 Winslow had faced many adventures in his time—chasing cheese, dodging traps, navigating the great unknown… but nothing prepared him for this.

A creature so small, yet so bold, with wings as red as a ripe berry and spots like tiny ink blots. Winslow stood frozen, watching the ladybug as it landed delicately on the flower. Was she a friend? A messenger? A guardian of the garden, perhaps?

One thing was certain: this was an encounter worth remembering.