A Prismatic Sparkle

I wiggled over the warm rug and hopped up onto the sunlit window sill to stretch my bill! Resting right by the pane was a smooth glass prism paperweight. I leaned my round chest into its heavy corner and gave it a buoyant nudge. Clink! The crystal rolled slightly, catching the morning beam and splashing a bright spray of dancing rainbow dots across the painted wood. With a happy squeak, I nudged a small brass key right into the center of a sparkling yellow beam, admiring how it gleamed like a golden sugar wand.