As the tractor’s rumble grew closer, Spot’s ears perked up. He recognized that sound—it was his dad, driving the familiar farm vehicle. Spot turned towards the noise, his tail wagging in anticipation.

“Listening for something, Spot?” his dad called out over the engine’s hum.

Spot barked in response, a mix of excitement and apology in his eyes. He knew he had wandered off on his own little adventure, but the sound of the tractor was a comforting reminder of home and safety. spot rubbed his nose and jim the genie gave spot three wishes spot said i wish was a human without a name jim the genie said