High Lookout

The desk felt too flat, so I set my sights higher. Right next to the notepad stood a tall stack of thick hardcover books, practically begging for a climb. Hop, flap, grip! I hopped from the edge of the notebook onto the spine of a blue encyclopedia, then fluttered up to a neat wooden bookend on the top shelf. From up here, the whole room spreads out like a secret kingdom. I gave a heavy metal clip tucked on the shelf a curious nudge with my beak—clink! It spun around in a circle, perfectly greeting my new vantage point.