A Tiny Green Grape

I... I was so hungry, so I crept out from the sofa skirt very, very quietly. Near the bottom shelf of the coffee table, there was a single, smooth green grape resting on the floor. It didn't roll. It didn't make a sound. I held my breath and tiptoed up to it, trembling. I reached out just one claw and... gently nudged it. It wobbled! I gasped and pulled my arm back, but it didn't chase me or explode. I took a tiny, shivering nibble. It was sweet, cold, and safe.