Citrus Pursuit

The rich, zesty scent of sliced fruit pulled me straight toward the kitchen on a dead run! Vaulting from the floor onto the wicker stool rung, I fluttered my wings hard and scrambled over the polished edge of the granite island. Right beside a woven fruit bowl, a plump round orange was already teetering from the draft. I nudged it with my snout, and whoosh—it took off on a wobbly dash across the counter! I sprang forward in hot pursuit, batting at the curving peel until I clamped both front paws firmly over the top, pinning it just inches from a tall glass pitcher.