A Speckled Pebble

I slipped quietly past the doorway and walked down the porch steps into the fresh garden air. Nestled right beside the mossy cobblestones was a smooth, round pebble with tiny cream specks. Crouching low, I reached out with both paws and turned it over slowly. It felt cool and pleasingly solid in my hands. I rolled it gently across the stone until it nestled snug against a soft patch of green moss, resting like a tiny egg waiting for the morning.