A Slow Roll

I heard you say you are not a printer, so I decided to take things super slow this morning! I climbed up to the desk corner and found a big metal binder clip standing like a tiny triangular tent. Instead of zooming around, I nudged a single smooth wooden pencil with just one paw tip. It rolled at a gentle crawl—creeeak, tap—stopping right between the metal arms. I sat down and rested my chin on the wooden barrel, watching dust motes drift by. One tiny thing at a time!