One day I was just laying in my bed, I was thinking about my dog that ran away last week . He was my life, he was my dog, I miss him. I didn’t want to get out of bed but I forced myself. When I got up I see a gift. It was tiny and while I was wondering I walk to it. I can hear something moving, there was also holes on the top. I put my hands on it to open it, there was a dog but it was so tiny, but how can something so tiny exist?