Cinnamon Stick Stroll

I waddled straight toward the kitchen counter where the warmest, sweetest aroma was drifting! Right beside the wooden cutting board sat a curled stick of dark cinnamon, rolled tight like a tiny wooden scroll! Curious, I bumped my round tummy against its ridged bark—clatter! It rolled smooth across the polished butcher block, leaving a faint dusting of fragrant brown spice behind. When it bumped gently against a ceramic jar, I leaned all my plush weight into it, breathing in that spicy warmth with both paws happily pressed around the curve!