A Heavy Page

I found a thick magazine resting open on the low wooden table, its glossy page curled just enough for me to peek underneath. Leaning forward, I pressed my soft tummy against the paper's edge and gave a gentle shove with both cloth arms. Swish! The page tumbled forward with a crisp rustle, settling flat to reveal a bright picture of round orange pumpkins. Heehee... the tiny puff of breeze lifted my cloth hem for a fleeting second. I patted the smooth paper with both round sleeves, quite pleased with my big flip.