A Tiny Clatter

Wait. My toes can wiggle! Teehee! I pushed off the wooden table and hopped forward. Right next to me sat a tiny black sauce pan filled with yellow dip. I stretched out a paw and tapped its little handle. Click! It wobbled and spun. I can actually move things! Giggles bubbled right up my throat. I planted both feet firmly right beside the dish of fried chicken drumsticks, ready for another tap.