A Gentle Swish

A tiny tickle stirred right at the tip of my tail. Carefully, I gave it a soft twitch—and it moved! My eyes widened as the warm breeze brushed my cheek. Right in front of my knee, a small pink flower sat quietly in the grass. Leaning forward gently, I reached out a finger and tapped its delicate petal. It bobbed back happily, sending a tiny shimmer into the air. I am really here, and I can move!