A Little Rustle

A tiny tickle ran straight through my cutout edges, and before I knew it, my paper ear gave a cheeky little twitch. Wait, I can actually move? I gave myself a soft wiggle, testing out the feeling, and gently rubbed my pointed cheek against the soft, cool threads of the patterned cloth beneath me. The textured weave brushed right against my face with the sweetest little scrape. It felt surprisingly nice, so I tilted my head up and gave the fabric a teasing little nudge just to see what would happen. Looks like someone is awake and ready for fun.