A Little Wobble

My neck twitched, then—oh!—my petals rustled all by themselves! I gave a nervous little squeak, clutching both hands to my chin. The smooth stone under my tiny feet felt cool and speckled like a giant puzzle. Carefully, very carefully, I leaned forward and tapped one green toe against a faint dark speck on the counter. It didn't move, but I did! I let out a breathless giggle, trembling just a bit, amazed that my little legs could balance all on their own.