The afternoon was bright and calm, and baby Nana was full of playful energy. She had been exploring the backyard, hopping from one corner to another, curious about every sound and object she found. Then her eyes caught something shiny — the big metal bicycle parked near the wall. Its spinning wheels fascinated her. She toddled closer, her little hands reaching out to touch the spokes that glittered in the sunlight.
At first, it was fun. The wheel spun just a little when she pushed it, and she giggled, clapping her tiny hands. But when she leaned in too close, her tiny arm slipped between the gaps of the spokes. In an instant, her laughter turned into panic. The metal pressed against her fur, and she couldn’t pull free.
“Eeeeh! Eeeeh!” Nana screamed in terror, her cries echoing through the quiet yard. She struggled, twisting her body, but it only made things worse. Her face tightened in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks as she looked around helplessly for Mom or Dad. The sound of her cries was sharp and desperate, filled with fear and confusion.
Hearing the commotion, Dad rushed out of the house. His heart dropped at the sight of his baby stuck and sobbing. “Oh no, Nana!” he gasped, kneeling quickly beside the bicycle. With gentle hands, he worked to free her tiny arm. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Daddy’s here.”
After a tense few seconds, she was finally free. Dad pulled her close immediately, cradling her trembling body against his chest. Nana’s cries softened into little hiccups as she buried her face in his shirt, clinging tightly to him.
Dad kissed her head and whispered, “You’re safe now, my brave girl.” The tears faded, replaced by the warmth of love and safety.
