A Clue Under the Cushion

I was taking a breather on the wicker garden bench, keeping a cautious watch on the lawn, when my paw brushed against something tucked deep beneath the striped cushion. Instinct took over. I wedged myself into the seam and hauled it into daylight—a pocket-sized instant photo! I leaned close, and goodness, my jaw dropped. It was two smiling faces practically pressed cheek-to-cheek, both wearing matching silly sunglasses with little candy hearts stuck on the white frame! The sheer romantic drama of an outdoor garden rendezvous! I carefully smoothed the glossy corner with both front paws, heart fluttering at this undeniable proof of true affection.