A Shiny Wrapper in the Cushions

I scrambled up the woven side of the armchair using my padded paws, curious to see what else lay hidden in high places. Wedged deep inside the seam where the cushion met the armrest, a brilliant pink-and-silver candy wrapper peeked out. I tilted my head, nudging the fabric aside with my red sleeve. Leaning down on all fours, I carefully tugged at the crinkly foil with my paw until it pulled completely free. It made the most delightful rustling sound, flashing like real silver under the room light. I smoothed out the folds against the soft velvet cushion, mesmerized by the strawberry scent still clinging to it.