A Stamp of One

I trotted over to the tall blue ink pad sitting open near the papers. Just one tap! I pressed the bottom of my left foot right against the spongy cushion—squish! When I stepped backward onto the clean white margin of the notebook page, my footprint left a crisp little dot. One round mark, perfectly stamped! I marched in a tight half-circle to admire the fresh blue print, giving a satisfied little hop on the clean grain beside it.