A Little Paw in the Needles

A cool breeze ruffled my fur, and suddenly I felt every blade of grass beneath me! I blinked, carefully lifting my right front paw. I can move! Right in front of my toes lay a tiny, fallen brown twig. Pausing to take a good look, I leaned forward and gently tapped it. The twig rolled a tiny bit with a soft rustle. It really rolled! I planted both front paws firmly back onto the cool earth, sitting tall and watching the little path ahead.