as baba chops hums to herself, wondering through the field, she gasps as she finds a bed of roses. She sits down and sniffs each flower, sighing softly before picking a few. She skips to dogdays home and knocks on the door

Baba chops: come on dogday, wakey wakey

she pushes the door open and finds him huddled under a blanket. She steps over and hugs him, putting the roses in his lap

Baba chops: come on dogday, let’s go exploring