A Shiny Wrapper Dance

I trotted deeper across the grass until I spotted a green slatted bench! Right underneath in the cool dirt sat a crinkly silver snack wrapper. I dropped low on my chest, poked it with my nose—crackle! Whoa! It fluttered like a bright shiny moth! I reached with both paws, batting it across the mulch. Every single tap made a loud, crunchy rustle. When I pinned it down flat under my front paws, it gave one last little squeak. I held my breath, proud of my catch, tail thumping the grass!