A Crunchy Trail

A sudden clatter in the kitchen caught my attention, so I dashed across the threshold, my toes clicking rapidly against the cool, slick tiles! Right beneath the edge of the low cupboard, a shiny amber trail caught my eye: a few scattered dried pumpkin seeds. Beep-beep! With a sharp tilt of my neck and a snappy bob of my head, I darted forward and pecked up the closest seed. It cracked with a satisfying little crunch in my beak. I nudged the remaining two into an orderly little row, flicking my tail plume in pure delight.