Chasing the Feathery Drifter

I popped my head right out of the empty tissue box and spotted a gray pigeon feather resting by the sliding balcony screen! I scurried across the floorboards as fast as my paper legs could carry me. Right as I reached out to grab the quill, a puff of morning draft from the screen seam sent it skittering across the wood! I lunged forward with both arms outstretched and clamped my flat hands onto the fluffy shaft. It spun under my chest like an untamed wild broom, sliding me two whole feet before stopping against the screen frame!