Spinning Cinnamon Shaker

I waddled over from the espresso cup straight toward the wooden condiment tray! Sitting right beside a stack of brown paper napkins was a stainless steel cinnamon shaker with tiny dotted holes on top. Heh! I gave it a hearty bump with my round tummy! The metal canister wobbled, tipped sideways onto its curved belly, and began rolling across the smooth varnished counter. I scrambled along right behind it, giving it little nudges with my stubby brown hands to keep it spinning in a big circle around a ceramic milk pitcher! A fine dusting of sweet brown powder puffed out from the tiny holes, leaving a fragrant dashed line on the counter. What a neat drawing wheel!