Stepping Off the Cover

My nose twitched first! A tiny puff of air escaped me, followed by a sudden wag of my tail that thumped against the shiny paper below. I stretched both arms, gave a cheerful squeak, and planted my boots right onto the glossy surface of the book. Leaning forward, I tapped my finger against the picture beneath my feet. It looked just like me! Thrilled, I hopped once, feeling the cool brown stone table beneath my toes as I landed firmly beside the front cover.