Gemotions

The morning sun warmed Maya’s face as she strolled down the sidewalk, whistling a jaunty tune. Her basket, brimming with freshly baked muffins, bounced lightly against her hip. She could practically taste the sweet, buttery crumbs already. Suddenly, a colossal crash ripped through the otherwise silent morning. Maya jumped, her breath hitching. She peered around the corner. Mr. Henderson's ancient oak had surrendered to gravity, sprawling across his lawn. Maya giggled, a genuine, delighted sound. "Well, that's certainly a predicament!" she exclaimed, her eyes dancing.