A Little Ripple
Something tickled inside my head, like Barnaby swishing his tiny tail! I blinked, gave my arms a gentle shake, and leaned forward. The fuzzy black-and-white checkered fabric under me felt so soft, almost like gentle waves beneath my feet. I pressed my little hand down against the folded fleece, feeling the plush softness push right back. Holy mackerel, I'm actually moving all on my own! Everything feels so fintastic.