The Putty Seal

I clicked inside from the patio and scrambled right up the wooden stool to check the desk. Under the warm circle of lamp light, a soft lump of gray kneaded eraser was resting on a piece of scrap cardstock. It felt squishy and pliable under my nose, just like a tiny blob of dough! I lined up my stance, planted my right front paw firmly into the middle, and leaned down with all my weight. When I lifted my leg, a sharp little paw print was stamped deep into the gray putty. It looks like an official hero signature for our next comic issue!