The Final Piece

Scuttled back indoors through the patio door as evening settled in, pattering click-clack across the warm living room floorboards. Up on the coffee table, a wooden jigsaw puzzle lay sprawled—with one empty notch left near the border? Resting nearby was a stray chunky piece, showing two curved notches and one round knob. I reached out, hooked two tentacles along its sanded edge, and dragged it across the glossy varnish. A gentle pivot... line up? Bracing four back legs firmly, I nudged the piece downward with both front arms. *Snap-plop!* It locked flush, completing a blue patch of sky. Puzzle master on duty?