Anny And The Chasing Golden Sun

Anny pressed her nose against the cool glass of the backseat window. Beside her, Barnaby, her fluffy golden retriever, let out a soft woof and rested his chin on her knee. Anny gently stroked his golden ears, just like she did on their long nature walks through the town parks. Her blonde ponytail bounced with every bump of the tires. "Next stop, the big hiking trail!" Mom called from the driver's seat, her voice singing with her usual cheerful rhythm. "Buckle tight, my little explorers!" Anny smiled, her bright blue eyes scanning the passing forest. She loved finding sequences in the world. Out the window, she spotted a row of mailboxes: red, blue, red, blue. But then, she looked up. A giant, bright golden circle was gliding right alongside the car. The sun! Anny gasped, sitting up straight and smoothing down her blue shirt with the little fox on it. She leaned closer to the glass. When the car sped up, the sun sped up. When the car slowed down around a bend, the sun slowed down. It was chasing them! She looked at the trees standing perfectly still in the dirt. Why wasn't the sun staying in its place like the trees? The whole world felt upside down.