A Rolled Cinnamon Stick

I waddled out from the paper bag onto the cool kitchen linoleum? Underneath the low cupboard baseboard, a long rolled cinnamon stick lay resting against the wood. I reached out one paw very gently, nudging its ridged bark? It rolled forward with a quiet, hollow rattle, leaving a faint sweet scent in the air. I stepped closer, resting both paws right over its curved groove. It tipped slightly under my weight, rocking like a fragrant little log.