A Soft Flutter

A warm, faint hum tickled inside me, and my wings gave the gentlest flutter. I lifted my rounded paws, feeling light as a summer puff. Right in front of me, behind a red-and-white bucket full of golden fried chicken, a round pink pig sat staring delightfully toward a strange little stand with dummy ears. Curious, I gently tilted forward, my bouncy paw lightly tapping the smooth edge of the wooden table. It gave a hollow little click, and I couldn't help but smile at the cozy stillness around us.