Gemotions

The clipboard practically vibrated in Maya's hand. She bounced on the balls of her feet, the survey map practically singing to her. Finally, a fence! After months of dodging errant soccer balls and keeping her dog, Buster, on a short leash, the prospect of a secure backyard was a dream come true.

Her neighbor, Mr. Henderson, emerged from his garage, squinting in the bright sunlight. "Ready to sign off on the design, Maya?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

"Absolutely!" Maya's smile was so wide, her cheeks ached. She practically sprinted across the lawn, the map a blur of dotted lines and proposed gate placements. She pointed at the proposed location, her finger tracing the path. "Think of it, Mr. Henderson! No more runaway garden gnomes!"