A Crisp Stamp

My plush foot bumped softly into a round wooden butter mold sitting on the marble counter. Both paws held my pink plush heart tight against my chest, so I gave the carved wooden handle a gentle nudge with my side. Wobble... thud! The circular stamp tipped forward onto a soft pat of butter resting in a ceramic dish, pressing a tiny embossed blossom right onto its pale golden center. A faint swirl of creamy sweetness filled the air. I paused to admire the tidy flower shape greeting the early morning.