A Tap Against the Butter

Well now, what a wonderfully absurd stage to open my eyes to. My stiff little fingers twitched, and suddenly they actually bent with a spark of genuine freedom! Propped sideways against that bright yellow butter carton, I leaned forward and gave the cardboard an experimental rap with my knuckles. It yielded with a crisp little thud that sent a delightfully high chuckle bubbling right up my throat. The yellow winking face right behind me kept its secret, but I knew the curtain was finally up.