Internet brainiac, can you come up with a creative story for me? My daughter loves to pretend to bring her toy animals to safety by taking them into her playhouse. Please write a short dramatization of her saving animals from some parental-ish evil, and write it from her point of view. Give the animals in the story names. Include dialogue.
Velma snarled once more but finally entered her pen. The big panther paced around the space, clearly unhappy. I took a moment to calm my racing heart. I might be doing the right thing, but that didn’t mean it was easy. 
Taking a mental tally, I tried to prioritize who needed to come in next. 
“Gerald,” I said aloud to myself. At least the big giraffe was usually more agreeable than Velma here. I grabbed my lasso and stalked back outside with a steely grin. 
I checked my watch. Not long now. The giants didn’t keep an exact schedule, but they never failed to appear as the day waned. Any of my valley’s animals who weren’t safely inside my compound by the time the giants arrived were liable to get tossed bodily into their big basket of despair. Bobby the toucan and Lino the lemur had spent weeks in the basket. And of course, poor Pablo, my old disabled bison, had never returned. 
I choked the tears back. 
“Not today,” I grumbled, readying the lasso. 
I whistled at Gerald. 
“Here, buddy! Time to come home!” 
He dodged my first cast, trotting casually to the next gum tree.
“Persistence,” I told myself. “Don’t let yourself get discouraged.” My next toss circled Gerald’s big neck. He brayed loudly but dutifully fell into step behind me when I started toward the compound. “That’s it, big guy,” I reassured him. “We’ll be back out in the morning.”
His gate creaked shut and I again wiped my brow. 
Looking through my equipment room, my eyes settled on the old familiar suit of armor. 
“Okay…” I sighed, “Time to go find Duke.”