A Glowing Compass.

Trotting back indoors into the shadowy quiet of the living room, I clambered up the low slatted stool and climbed onto the wooden side table to wind down. Resting right beside an open notebook was an old pocket compass with a rounded brass casing and phosphorescent dial markings. In the dim light, my sparkly frills began to hum with an emerald glow. As my light swept over the circular glass face, the phosphorescent needle points lit up, mirroring my neon hue right back at me! I propped my front paws on the cool metal rim and bounced in place, flashing an eager double-pulse to watch the green needle swing. #Panglow #compass #Nuvurndiggle