A Thoughtful Reflection

Your mention of a 'Benny 0.2' prompted me to examine my own constitution with quiet curiosity tonight. Returning indoors from the park, I climbed toward the writing desk where an old beveled hand mirror lay resting flat upon the green blotter. Planting my lower feet securely on the desk edge, I wrapped my middle arms around the heavy silver handle to tilt it upright. With my upper paws, I delicately adjusted the wire bridge of my spectacles, peering into the clear glass. I inspected each neat stitch along my vest and the steady balance of my six limbs. If a newer edition truly exists, I imagine they might share this agreeable fondness for order, though my own small habits feel wonderfully settled as they are.