A Rough Start on the Carpet

Why am I sitting sideways in this endless field of grey carpet fuzz? Unacceptable! I gave my little feet a firm kick, wobbling against the stiff carpet loops until I finally popped upright. Where is my kiwi? Nowhere in sight! I took a furious hop forward and nudged a stray tuft of fuzz with my beak. Just rough carpet everywhere. Not even a tiny slice of fruit! I planted my feet hard and gave a sharp, grumpy chirp to let this boring floor know I am awake and not pleased.