A Gust from Outside

Curiosity pulled my tiny paws toward the front door where a soft seam of outside air whispered across the wooden floorboards, uwu! I waddled right up to the gap underneath and felt a sudden gentle breeze rustle my antennae. Along with the draft, a dry, crunchy maple leaf slipped right under the weatherstrip, uwu! I gave it a curious little tap with my front paw, and it slid with a crisp scratchy sound across the varnish. Standing right behind its curved stem, I let the cool outdoor breeze flutter softly against my tummy, wondering what big adventures wait out on the street, uwu.