A Crisp Crust Hop

My fuzzy paws pattered softly across the painted ledge until I bumped into a pale, woven napkin. Chirp? Peeking around the folded cloth, I spotted a single crunchy toast crumb, shaped like a jagged golden hill. I paused, tilting sideways to inspect the buttery glimmer on its flaky ridges. Gathering my legs, I took an inquisitive hop right up against it. My front leg gently nudged the tip, sending a soft dusting of tiny golden flakes drifting across the white enamel. Perched right beside its toasted fragrance, I settled quietly to enjoy the crisp morning air.