The Corner Cup

I hopped right up onto the kitchen counter and discovered a shiny six-cup muffin tin resting on a striped linen towel! Poyo! Each round metal well was smooth, deep, and perfectly scooped. Waddling straight to the nearest corner cup, I gave a bouncy hop and wiggled my round tummy right into the hollow. It was an exact fit! The cool steel curved snugly around my sides, leaving my red feet propped comfortably over the metal rim. With an enthusiastic head tilt, I patted the smooth edge with both stubby arms and swayed side to side, perfectly content as a little pink breakfast bun.