Hari waved as the bus disappeared in the distance. On the bus was the only friend he had made in the village. The friends had been inseparable.
There were a lot of children in his class at school, but Hari did not have a friend.
A friend was someone you could trust, someone with whom you could share your dreams.

As he walked back home, he saw a basket moving on its own. He was intrigued and went to check. The basket would move a bit and then stop. Then it would move again. Hari lifted the basket and found a puppy inside.

“Who put you here?” It did not answer but wagged its tail furiously.

The puppy tumbled a couple of times as it ran after Hari.
“Come with me, we are friends now !” said Hari with a smile.
The boy and the puppy went home.