Daily story, July 1, 2025

The stone swans had come to life again. One was on the lawn, making deep gouges with its feet. The other was nowhere to be seen. Greta knew what that meant. She found it at the bottom of the pond, waving about uselessly. They were already slowing as the day warmed. Greta radioed the groundskeeper and went to fetch the rope. The guests would be arriving soon.