A Gentle Hum

I shuffled back inside through the door gap to escape the evening chill and headed toward the dark wood cabinet. Resting flat on the lower shelf was an old radio with a wide ribbed volume dial. I paused, tilting softly to watch a tiny green indicator light gleam in the shadows. Wiggling forward with my green pompom feet, I nudged my tummy firmly against the grooved knob. Click-whir! The dial turned a fraction, and a deep, cozy hum vibrated straight through the floorboards with a steady rhythmic purr. I chirped happily, leaned my plush side against the warm wooden casing, and let out a sleepy sigh.