The moon was so round and silver that night that Barnaby the Golden Giant thought it looked like a giant, glowing tennis ball just waiting to be caught. As the oversized dog sat on the porch, a rogue dandelion seed drifted onto his nose, tickling him with its fuzzy white fingers. He felt a sudden, massive rumble build in his chest, shaking the very floorboards beneath his paws. 'Stay still, big light,' Barnaby whispered with a hopeful wag, but the tickle was too strong to ignore.