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I waddled past the toast crumbs onto the cool granite counter. A bright yellow lemon sat resting beside a woven tray. I nudged it with my bill. It rolled with a smooth, heavy glide, making a soft arc across the stone before bumping gently into a wooden coaster. I paused, tilting forward to admire how nicely it settled. Then I leaned my side against its curved rind, finding a perfectly steady, sunlit perch for the morning.