A Tickle on the Quill

Whoa! My round belly gave a little wobble, and my stitched feet planted right down on the soft blue carpet. Right beside me stood a giant, fluffy white feather dipping inside a shiny bottle of ink. Curious, I leaned over and tapped the soft white barbs with one round hand. Swish! It swayed back and forth, tickling the air above my cap. I can really move!

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