Doug the Bug lived in a cozy little crack behind the kitchen cupboard. It wasn’t much, but it was home. Doug loved his home. It was warm, safe, and always smelled like fresh cookies.
One sunny morning, Doug was feeling adventurous. "I wonder what's outside," he thought. He'd heard stories from the other house bugs about the backyard. Some said it was full of tall grass, and others whispered of giant ants and bees. But Doug was curious. He crawled out from under the cupboard, across the shiny kitchen floor, and toward the door. A soft breeze blew through the gap at the bottom. Without thinking, Doug squeezed through. Suddenly, everything was huge! The sky stretched out forever, and the ground beneath Doug’s tiny legs felt different—soft and crumbly. Tall blades of grass waved like trees above him. Doug took a deep breath. The air was fresh and smelled of flowers. "Wow," he whispered. "This is amazing!" Doug wandered through the grass, climbing over pebbles and exploring tiny holes in the dirt. He spotted a shimmering butterfly fluttering above him and waved with one of his little legs. "Hello!" he called out, though the butterfly didn't notice him. As he explored, Doug came across a large patch of clover. "This must be the biggest leaf I’ve ever seen!" he said, crawling up one of the stems. From the top, he could see everything—the flowers, the tall grass, and even a tiny pond glittering in the distance. But as Doug marveled at the view, a gust of wind blew through the backyard. It pushed him right off the clover and onto the ground with a soft thud. "Oof," Doug muttered, brushing himself off. He looked around and realized something terrible. "I’m lost!" he cried. Everything looked different now. The grass was too tall, the sky too big, and Doug couldn’t remember which way he'd come from. He scurried in circles, growing more and more worried. What if he never found his way back home? Just then, Doug heard a rustling sound. Out of the grass came a beetle, much larger than Doug. The beetle had a shiny black shell and a kind smile. "Are you lost, little bug?" asked the beetle. Doug nodded. "I came from inside the house, but I don’t know how to get back!" The beetle chuckled. "You’re not far, young one. Just follow the path back toward that big tree over there. The house is right behind it." Doug thanked the beetle and hurried toward the tree, his tiny legs moving as fast as they could. Soon, he saw the familiar shape of the house in the distance. His heart leaped with joy. Squeezing back under the door, Doug scurried across the kitchen floor and into his cozy crack behind the cupboard. "Phew," he sighed, curling up in his bed of soft dust. "The backyard is amazing, but there's no place like home." And from that day on, Doug the Bug decided that his next adventure could wait—at least until tomorrow.
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