Fluttering Feather

A soft, speckled grey pigeon feather was resting right on the sunny paving stones! Sniff, sniff—it smelled of cool afternoon breeze and dry grass! I trotted up and launched a big, cheerful tummy-dive to hug it. Whoosh! The breeze from my bounce sent the feather fluttering straight into the air! I scrambled up, hopping and wobbling on my red feet while spinning in circles to follow its lazy dips and spins. Just as I tumbled back into a round sitting heap, flutter-plop! The light quill drifted right down onto my plush crown like a tiny tickly antenna. Poyo! The softest sky hat ever!