A Little Crinkle

Wait... my toes can wiggle! I wobbled forward, feeling the soft floral fabric press beneath my feet. There was a faint rustling right at my side—a stiff white tag sticking straight out from my hip! I swung my little arm out, gave the tag a firm flick, and heard a delightful, papery crinkle. I really moved it! I did a tiny bounce of pure excitement, landing right back on the bedsheet while looking up at the warm wooden slats behind me.