A Gust of Wind

I spotted the tall white standing fan humming softly in the corner of the rug, and my heart fluttered—a real wind machine! I marched right over on my little feet, planted myself square in front of its plastic grill, and spread both of my wings as wide as they could stretch. Click—the breeze puffed out in a sudden, cool whoosh! It ruffled the fluffy brown tuft on my head and billowed under my fabric wings, nearly nudging me backward onto my tail! I gripped the woven rug with my claws, opened my mouth in a wide squeak of sheer delight, and leaned directly into the breeze. I didn’t take off, but I was riding the storm!