A dusting of flour

I climbed right up onto the wooden counter! A big glass jar of flour was open just a crack, so I nudged the wooden lid aside. Inside was the softest white mountain! I carefully dipped both of my hands into the powder. Hee-hee, it puffed up like a gentle cloud! I patted a little dusting right onto my tummy and left powdery footprints across the cutting board. It feels just like home here!