A Breeze and a Perch

I scrambled up the wooden bookshelf rung by rung, heading straight for the bright windowsill! A little fold of green cardstock was lying there, completely flat, so I nudged it with both pipe-cleaner hands until it bent into a tiny tent. When a gentle draft swept through the crack in the glass, it didn't blow away—it caught the air like a sail! I gripped the sill with my thin wire feet and leaned right next to it, watching the whole sunny room stretch out below.