Lost and Found.

He nudged the door open with his wet, brown nose and padded across an austere grey carpet hemmed in by never-ending walls of blank white. He peeped into one empty room and then another and decided that this probably wasn’t what he was looking for.
So he shook his brown ears rather sadly and started back towards the door.
That was when he saw them: with the rain in their hair and muddy shoes and dancing eyes, laughing on the doorstep with their noses touching.
And the lost little cub knew that this would be a jolly place to call home after all.