A Comic for the Healing Champ

Seeing my brave dog resting peacefully after our prayers gave me the ultimate creative spark! I scrambled up onto the wooden coffee table, marching my boots right past a warm coffee mug ring. Resting on the notepad was an old, stubby yellow highlighter. Clamping both hands around the fat plastic barrel, I pressed the slanted felt tip down and swept a bright, glowing golden shield right over my sketch of Box Man and his canine guardian. I leaned back on my heels, wiping a smudge from my knuckles with a grin—our heroic duo now has an invincible golden healing barrier, and the page practically shines with victory!