A Flick of the Zipper

Ugh. Harsh sunlight right across my face. What an annoying way to start existing. I tried to glare, but my eyes were already stitched wide open. Fine. Then I felt a twitch in my stubby black arm. I nudged my paw upward and bumped into that obnoxious bright yellow zipper pull hanging right under my collar. Clink. It actually moved when I tapped it. Great, so I'm stuck with working limbs and a shiny, irritating zipper pull. At least poking it makes a tiny metallic click.