A Grand Stance
A sudden shiver swept right through my paper frame! I gave a haughty flutter of my cape and boldly planted both of my sneakers onto the blue tablecloth. Right beside me stood a miniature white armchair. Naturally, a hero of my caliber deserves a throne! I strutted forward and tapped the paper armrest with my gloved wingtip. It stayed rock solid. Excellent—my domain is established.