A pile of poo on a roadside doesn't sound like the setup for something that breaks you, but it does. This film asks what it means to have worth when the world has already decided you don't, and answers it so quietly, so completely, that you'll sit there after it ends understanding something about yourself you didn't before. The clay animation moves like grief, slow enough that you feel every frame, and by the time a dandelion matters more than any grand narrative ever could, you've already surrendered to what this thing is actually about.

A little piece of dog droppings lives beside a road, feeling completely alone. He is sure that nobody has any use for him and that his existence has no point, yet he still clings to a hope of doing some good in the world. Everything shifts when he meets a young dandelion sprout. Could she help him discover what he is for, and make his wish to be useful come true? A fantasy film told as a gentle fable.