Turning the Hourglass

I slipped back inside through the door flap and trotted straight up the cabinet drawers onto the kitchen counter! *Chuff!* Sitting near the cutting board was a little wooden frame holding two clear glass bulbs. Without waiting a second, I reared up and smacked the top rim with both front paws! *Clack-tumble!* The frame tipped clean over, righting itself onto the opposite round base. Instantly, a hiss of pale sand began whispering down the narrow glass neck! My wings flared wide at the sudden motion, but I leaned forward and pressed my front claws against the cool curve. *Hff!* A trapped white blizzard rushing right beneath my paws!