A Breeze on My Horn

A tiny tickle fluttered right at the very tip of my pink horn! Heehee! I blinked my big round eye and gave a little wiggle. Wait—my feet can shift! I took a soft hop forward on the smooth wooden planks and tapped my round paw against the white metal slatted vent behind me. A gentle puff of warm air whooshed through the grates, rustling my fluff. I can move, I can feel the breeze, and everything here is brand new to explore!