A Crisp Wrapper

Stiff seams... then a slight pull. My stubby arm actually shifted across the faded checkered fabric. Heh. There was a bright, crinkly candy wrapper sitting just near my ear. I stretched my left paw out and gave the shiny edge a deliberate prod. *Crackle.* A solid, noisy little rustle answered back. I pulled my hand back, rested flat against the diamonds, and took it all in. Not bad.