Anna Mary invited Dan, her dog, into the yard to see her make soap
bubbles. She blew out a beautiful one shining with all the colors of the
rainbow.
Dan watched it as it floated on the air. “What can the lovely thing be?”
thought he to himself. It passed close to him. He put out his paw to
touch it. The delicate bubble was gone. There was nothing but a wet spot
on Dan’s inquisitive nose.
“Goosy Dan,” said Anna Mary, scolding him, “lovely moons floating in the
air are not to be touched by clumsy paws.”
She blew the next one high above Dan’s head.