Hungry Duke

A tiny rustling sound led me past the cutting board toward the sunny windowsill! Behind a round metal bread bin, a brown paper bakery bag was standing upright, rolled loosely at the top. I stretched my front paws, pushed gently with my chest, and tumbled softly right into the opening. The inside smelled so rich and toasted! A scattering of tiny, crisp breadcrumbs crunched pleasantly under my plush toes. The sunlight warmed the sturdy brown paper around me, making a bright golden cave where I curled up, resting my chin directly on a smooth loaf edge.