A Rolling Walnut

A soft click from the kitchen caught my attention, drawing me away from the balcony tiles. Near the bottom shelf of the pantry, an uncracked walnut sat on the smooth floor. I paused, watching to see if it would move on its own. When it stayed quiet, I reached out and gave its textured shell a gentle tap with my plush paw. It wobbled, rolled a few inches across the tile, and bumped softly against the wooden baseboard with a hollow, satisfying clatter. I sat down beside it, feeling the pleasant coolness of the floor against my paws.#PlushToys