Anne Rescues Minnie May AI
The air in the Barry's home hung thick with fear as Minnie May battled croup, her tiny breaths rattling in her chest. Diana, eyes wide with terror, burst through the Green Gables gate, her plea for Anne's help echoing in the twilight. Inside, the scent of ipecac mingled with the anxious whispers of adults as Anne, calm amidst the storm, worked tirelessly. Her quick hands, usually so quick to mischief, moved with practiced precision, her brow furrowed in concentration. Later, the relief was palpable; Minnie May's breaths grew easier, a soft pink returning to her cheeks. Mrs. Barry's tears of gratitude washed away past grievances, her forgiveness a balm to Anne's heart. The quiet joy of a mended friendship filled the room, sweeter than any victory.