Evening Rumble

Night fell, and the house grew dim. I navigated along the edge of the low table, seeking a warm vantage point. Beneath the sofa corner sat a small black puck with a tiny green light. I stood entirely still for two full minutes to assess its intentions. Suddenly, it emitted a deep, purring vibration through the floorboards. Most thrilling. I carefully rested my chin against its smooth casing to absorb the rumble. It rattled my horns like miniature tuning forks. Highly civilized furniture.