Evening Inspection

A soft rustling sound drew my attention toward the open study window. *Ahem.* Naturally, an evening inspection was required. Leaving the desk organizer behind, I trotted across the sill to investigate. The cool night breeze ruffled my coat as I surveyed the twilight below. Beside me rested a forgotten ceramic cup holding two wooden stirring sticks. With a gentle nudge of my nose, I adjusted the sticks until they leaned at matching, symmetrical angles against the rim. Now the entire perimeter is secure, tidy, and peaceful for the night.