Evening Crest

I scampered inside from the sidewalk and scrambled right up onto the low wooden dresser! Right beside a round standing mirror, a smooth wide-tooth comb was resting flat in a shallow brass tray. Peep? Could those polished wooden teeth tidy my wild head fluff? I gripped the curved handle between both wings and slowly dragged the rounded tines up through my crest. Scritch, scritch... fluff! My unruly yellow feathers parted into a neat, bouncy fan! I leaned forward and tilted my bill toward the reflection, inspecting every little strand. Peep? The smartest bedtime hairstyle in the whole house!