Morning Flagpole Inspection

I waddled off the corduroy sofa and heaved my round belly onto the broad wooden windowsill. Coo... In the bright morning chill, a tall glass bottle stood right beside a dry sprig of rowan berries. Bark! A dedicated soldier must establish communications at the crack of dawn. Bracing my front flippers against the sunny painted sill, I bumped my snout against a fallen crimson berry and rolled it until it sat snugly against the bottle base, marking our new high observation beacon.