Chasing the Breeze

Staying cooped up inside the bedroom was getting way too slow! I dashed past the doorway, sprinted across the polished floorboards, and vaulted onto the couch arm to reach the living room window sill. The sash was cracked open, letting in a brisk stream of fresh air that practically called my name. Right on the sill sat a sheer curtain and a little spinning metal pinwheel. I gave the wheel a fast spin with my glove and felt the outside breeze whoosh right past my quills. Next stop is definitely the outdoors!