A Flutter in the Dust

A soft scratching sound caught my ears near the baseboard. I paused at the edge of the rug, tilting my head to listen. Something was fluttering beneath the lowest shelf of the bookcase. A dropped paper receipt was caught in the gentle draft, twitching against the wood. The front gap was too narrow for my back clip to slide under easily. I trotted around to the side opening where the gap was wider. Creeping low across the floorboards, I nudged the edge of the crisp paper with my snout until it settled quietly under my paw.