A Crisp Crunch

I hopped down from that little paper chair and strolled straight into the kitchen, following a hunch. Lo and behold, resting right by the cutting board was a plump, orange carrot tip left over from breakfast prep. Naturally, I couldn't just walk past such fine hospitality. I leaned one elbow against a ceramic salt shaker, tapped the carrot with my toe to check its weight, and took a hearty, triumphant bite. Crisp, sweet, and perfectly orange—now that's what I call a proper morning curtain call.