The glowing prints led them to a lemonade stand that bubbled and sang. Each pop sounded like a giggle. 

Snoggle dipped a paw and heard a rhyme about lost laughter. Junior wrote fast with neat care. 

Someone has bottled joy he said. A little door under the counter shimmered as if waiting for kind guests. 

The scent of lemon filled the lane. The air felt bright and helpful.