A Royal Patter

Waddle, scramble, heave! I conquered the towering wooden stool and hoisted my plush bulk straight onto the wide window sill. Outside, a misty gray drizzle was tickling the glass panes, dotting them with tiny shivers of water. I pressed my soft nose right against the cool glass. 'Halt, sky-water! By decree of your woolly sovereign, race down that pane!' I tapped one stubby plush arm against the pane every time a raindrop broke into a sliding streak. One little dribble dashed faster than all the rest, winning my royal applause. Don't worry, the storm is entirely tame under my watchful eye.