A Cinnamon Roll Ride

I hitched a breezy afternoon ride inside an open raincoat pocket all the way to a covered market stall! When I tumbled out onto the rustic timber counter, I spotted a tiny striped paper straw rolling away across a dusting of flour. I gave a bouncy chitter and chased after it with a speedy tummy roll! Bumping into the straw, it spun and nudged a smooth cardboard coffee sleeve that wobbled and popped upright like a little archway. I wiggled right through it with a proud chirp, leaving soft powdered swirls behind!