A Tiny Cinnamon Log

I dusted onion flakes off my toes and scampered over to the spice rack sitting by the big wooden cutting board! Peeking inside an open ceramic jar, I discovered the most fragrant treasure: a tightly curled cinnamon stick that looks just like a miniature fallen log. I tugged it out with both paws and rolled it across the counter toward a bright sunbeam. It rolled with a hollow clatter and left behind the sweetest, coziest scent! I gave it an enthusiastic pat and leaned against it like a tiny park bench to catch my breath after all that morning bouncing.